In case you aren't aware, conscientious objectors were the people during WW1 that refused to fight in the war.


Cowards

A soldier fights, that is unquestionable,

For his friends, his family, his country;

He clings to the gun that sits in his hand,

The only defence he has been given.

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His thoughts often wander to the life he left behind,

The peaceful tranquillity he once lived in,

The peace other men still reside within;

Conscientious objectors, more like filthy cowards.

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The cowards relish in their protection,

Enjoying everything life has to subdue;

Without a thought to those providing their freedom,

Or what those risk every second they fight.

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These cowards sit at home,

With a glass of brandy clutched in their hands;

While he stands alone, deafened by the bombs

And watching his comrades die.


I wrote this poem at school in English and have decided that I may as well put it on here. We had to write about a soldier in WW1 that hated conscientious objectors; this does not express my view of conscientious objects as I am undecided whether their decision to not fight was right or wrong. RIP all those soldiers that died fighting for us English!