Some fun war poetry...............

[charlylynx]

SURVIVAL



I creep through the rubble of a moonlit night


Guns are firing on the left and right

Watching the windows to see if they move

Go find a tank, if they do

Swimming through oceans of shattered brick

Find me an island and smoke me a stick

There’s a machine gun nest in a basement hole

Toss in a grenade, no problem got more

Peek round a corner get dust in my eye

Spot me a sniper I aim, he dies

I sprint cross the street and into a door

Quick look around and I’m safe once more

I check all the rooms, nobody’s here

Except for some dead guys and all of their beer

So I find me a corner and pop me a cap

I take a long drink, and gently lean back

And let the battle fade away

I found a nice spot so here I’ll stay

But the sun came up along with the war

The beer’s all gone I wish I had more

There’s a tank in the street and its not ours

I’ll wait for awhile and see if it sours

Kaboom! kabang! Up she goes

No one got out well whaddaya know

I peek ‘cross the street at some crouching men

They start dropping as I work my gun

Then I realize I gotta get out of here

I’m not in trouble, I need a beer

I sprint across the street, bullets clicking my heels

And bust through a door I could sure use a meal

There’s more dead guys so I search through their packs


Salami and cheese sawdust bread in a sack

Three bottles of schnapps and some wine that’s red

I gnaw and I chew until I’m fed

Then I wash it all down with the bottle of wine

My belly is full and I’m feeling fine

I start checking rooms to find me a cot

So I go upstairs and find that there’s not

I peek round a corner and a sniper peeks back

A minute later I’m rummaging his pack

More schnapps and wine and a girlie book

So I ease up to a window and have a look

Down below the battle has changed

Our boys are gone, the enemy reigns

Oh boy, oh great, now I’m stuck in this place

So I sneak to the roof in absolute haste

I find me a duct and crawl right in

And open a bottle of German gin

Down below there is no peace

So I dig through my pack and cut me some cheese

The salami’s gone so bite off some bread

And empty the bottle of wine that is red

I pull out my blanket and wrap up tight

And wait for the dark and the safety of night

Then I’ll sneak and I’ll creep and get out of here

And see if I can find me some more of that beer.



By Charly Lynx