Grook Death Poems | Grook Poems About Death
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They shoot at us with rubber bullets
cause they don't like the words painted on our signs,
"Stop Detonating Love Bombs
In the Middle East!".
But I suppose that will be all that's left
when everyone dies for this
enigmatic War for Peace.
The notion of life after death is ludricous...
they are dead,
and can't communicate;
whoever believes they can is superstitious.
Punctured and bruised
soiled and used
a soldier laying dead
Fallen and scorned
with no medals adorned
decorated with wounds instead
A flag left burning
apathetic heads turning
no eye wishes to see
an unmarked grave
with no country to save
this is what happened to me
A magic knight coursing on in brilliance
On lean hack in clanging, cleaving aegis,
Crunching incantation-dark, blunt, and grunt.
So light illumines his cold, whiskered phiz
And it predates the warrior in night hunt.
Chase is stashed by shade then stir lulls to prance
When periphery is gorged by a mist.
Pitches of bolts burst ahead ere he cries.
His corpus recoils from cuffs in the breasts;
Wide-flat nose lights down to the ground; he dies.