Title: Vengeance

Rating: G

Summary: This is a poem from Tjaden's point of view in the novel All Quiet on the Western Front

Disclaimer: I don't own the character or the book, and I'm glad I don't have enough experience to be able to write a war novel.

Nights with no seeming end

The constant dampness,

The putrid smell

Fueling the need

For vengeance

Two sour peas in a pod

Both without renal control

We don't have a solution

Just a problem who thinks there's one.

Vengeance

An Empty road

A moonlit night

The drunken screams were muffled

By the brown burlap bag

Those days are dead

Those times are now gone past

But they were not ill used

But the memories still live

The need runs deeper than blood

Lo, a visit from our problem!

Memories flood the mind once more

Distracting the mind

Replenishing the soul

Vengeance, sweet vengeance

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