Have to write a poem for my Socials class, about WW1. I was wondering if you guys could read it and tell me what needs to be changed (including spelling >.<) and what's good so I can make sure to actually hand something good in?
War is not a romantic theory,
It is something of which to be leery,
Battle cry and shells fly,
Bleeding in senseless plan don't pass me by.
Letters from the front of murk and death,
Before you call for war just hold your breath,
Before starting pointless loss of life,
Think things through or pointless strife.
Us you call sons must still stay sain,
though here at home explosions still rain,
"I saw a man's head blown off and houses tumbled down all around,"
But this was no bullet nor cannon round.
"Everybody in the open was either killed or badly injured,"
If only our cries for peace had been heard,
My name is Perry Harding,
Home in Halifax shrapnel I am darting.
Even I too was affected by this war,
Now lots of my family I will see no more,
I'm only 13 but my sister is only 10,
Cathrin and Alan and Dad were written with pen.
The pen in book tracking deseased by day,
Whether going to school or at home did you stay,
My name is James Pattison,
And there is no where from war to run.
This is called the Great War,
but what about it is so Great?
If we can die in war,
Why can't war die in us?