They have not been forsaken
They have not been forgotten
Their memories will never fade
Men, women and children
Lay dead amid fires
Fires created by men
Sounds of thunder rain fire on us
Steel birds fly overhead
Raining destruction on us
Are those our men I hear?
Or are they behemoths
Behemoths sent to kill
Sent to destroy
Islands men once thought
Thought they were paradise
Instead
The dead of the bravest
They lay strewn on the ground
Some headless
Some limbless
Some with only an arm left
Hot and arid, we are getting killed
Cold and dry, we are getting killed
Hot and wet, we are getting killed
Fires lit by the dead and the living
Waves rain destruction
Kill them
Kill them all
Leave none alive
They are found all over
You can find them on land
And beneath the crystal clear liquid
Red stains the very rain that gives life
I saw one running
When the dust settles
He is gone
Nothing left
I posted another one, which shows how war can destroy and kill. It leaves scars on nature.
Written on May 2020
Last Revision Date: Tuesday 7th Dec 2021
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Poetry
PoetryThis is a book of self-made poems. Each chapter is it's own poem, so you won't have to wait until it's completed to start reading. Last Revision Date: Sunday 14th May 2023 (PS: So that you guys know that I am still active)
