For months they fought, <br />With bombs and guns, <br />To win the greatest war. <br />Forwards they ran, <br />Across no mans land, <br />Not really knowing what for. <br />Behind the lines, <br />Politicians new why, <br />They agreed to let them fight. <br />But it wasn't those people, <br />Who had the strength, <br />The courage, pride or might. <br />On one day, <br />The fighting stopped, <br />The soldiers climbed out of the trenches. <br />Without the guns, <br />Without the bombs, <br />Both sides kicking down wired fences. <br />They met in the middle, <br />With smiles on their faces, <br />The leaders discussing a game. <br />Both sides were to play, <br />A game of footy or two, <br />1914, christmas day. <br />They spent the day laughing, <br />Becoming real friends, <br />Forgetting the last hundred days. <br />But what they truely forgot, <br />Was the next day to come, <br />When the game would no longer be in play. <br />The guns would come out, <br />As would the bombs, <br />And the orders would be given to fire. <br />But now it was different, <br />They were firing at their friends, <br />Because of politicians desires. <br />When they found out, <br />About the soldiers day of joy, <br />They said 'don't do it again, close the door.' <br />From that moment on, <br />It was obvious to all, <br />That it really was a politicians war. <br /> <br />Written between 11-11-10 and 14-11-10<br /><br />Louisa Rogers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-politicians-war/
