Unforgiving by Theo

Unforgiving by Theo


Dalia Uddin
Dalia Uddin
Unforgiving by Theo

     This week in English, our Year 7 students have been exploring the powerful and emotional world of war poetry as part of our Remembrance Day theme. Among the many thoughtful and creative responses produced, Theo’s poem “Unforgiving” stood out for its remarkable maturity, vivid imagery, and ability to capture the raw intensity of life on the front line. His work demonstrates not only a deep understanding of the curriculum but also an exceptional talent for conveying emotion through language. Theo approached this task with dedication and sensitivity, and his poem is a testament to his skill as a young writer. We are incredibly proud of his achievement and are delighted to share his outstanding work with our school community. Please find the poem below.

-Miss Uddin

-English Teacher 

 

UNFORGIVING

As we trudged through the dark, sticky unforgiving mud that had claimed both my dearest friend and enemies alike -CRACK- 

the man in front of me fell and I proceeded to scream –

SNIPER GET DOWN-.

The man in front of me was hit but not killed, 

the man to my horror was Private O’Connor. He lay on the floor next to me screaming – MEDIC MEDIC- but then … it stopped. 

The poor lad was dead. 

‘Why did it have to be him?’ He was only 17. 

War is unforgiving. 

Once our Sergeant had dealt with the sniper we retreated to our trench line. 

It was a bloodbath. 

Bloodbath is the only suitable word to describe what I saw. 

There were bodies everywhere. 

As we stood in remorse I could hear the groans and screams of the wounded and dying. 

At that moment I thought about my family, I sat down and prayed that the same fate wouldn’t  come for me in the same horrific way. 

-BOOM- dirt kicked up. 

I was momentarily blinded by the lifeless body of a German who knocked me back. -Gas Gas GAS-  I heard someone call out but my head was in a daze . 

When I came back to my senses I quickly put on my gas mask.

I saw a fellow Brit charge at me with his bayonet in hand. 

He then attempted to stab me but I had my revolver in hand and shot him.

It’s amazing how mankind can forget anything about friendship, brotherhood or family when their life is threatened. The sky got darker darker then a deep shade of green.

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