Violence

I wrote the poem `Violence` to describe in my own words the feelings of soldiers about to go into action, or to be blunt KILL.



Heart beating magazines full adrenaline rush almost ecstatic
Not alone my brothers here, no fear no fear
Silence attacks my ears
Nervous clicking of the safety catches
Glancing to my left Smith smiles nervously thumbs up
To my left Taffy spits and wipes his brow
I’m in good company , the company of men
My mates my pisshead nut cases
Dance Of The Flaming Arseholes
Zulu Warriors
The sons Of Britain
Fix Bayonets
Lets fucking do em!

The Sun




© Mack (RG)"Every day feels like the day of a funeral"