Title: The History of the Fight
by Fezz from Cambridgeshire | in writing, poetry, war
It all started with a bang,
A bang that filled the air,
Which filled the sky from all around,
And everyone did scare.
The men came out from shadows,
The women hid away,
The men put up unworthy fists,
But none could silence fate.
A bang once more did fill the sky,
A sky which once held birds,
A bang that killed them one by one,
‘Till not a bird was heard.
The men with fists then turned their heads,
And looked the other way,
Their silent lips could not have saved,
As their bodies hit the hay.
All but one who held no fists,
Still stood between the red.
His lips made graceful noise that day,
A noise that venged the dead.
The bang before could kill no more,
The bodies sank below,
The women came out to the sun,
To find it one man’s home.
The man used words for his bullets,
Were louder than the bang,
But could not save the silent ones,
Who only used their hands.
I wrote this poem in the early hours of the morning after reading some W.H. Auden and listening to some music by Fionn Regan. The poem itself works around the idea that a voice can be just as powerful as a weapon if used properly. The poem itself is in a ballad form, which is usually used for romantic poetry and therefore juxtaposed with the intended meaning of the poem itself.
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