Akin to shadows, long fingers reach
Warriors and I
Lie here in the hallow
Fear…beside us, beseech!
Where is the enemy?
Whispers seem to ring out
Lips from my fingers, keeps head from arise
To quell eager peering about
I am a boy
But, this night, man become I
I and my buddies…
Too young, aren’t prepared to die
Onto their arms I do grab
Keeping their lives from growing all too short
Then, echoes…echoes. ..Breaking the silence of the still
A loud shot! Reports….
A hail of missiles, I bring up my gun
Dirt spraying from every direction, which way do I shoot?
What I do not have…is…
Time! Time to think
I throw up my machine gun, blindly, not looking…
Squeezing the trigger, RAT TAT TAT… in frenzy, RAT TAT TAT…spitting instinct
Adrenaline rushing, surging!
Beads of sweat freefall to roll
Fingers tighten, muscles tauten
Madness besieging to depths of soul
Then my redden swelling ears take heed
From behind comes most frantic, deafening scream
Victory, exhilaration, hopes of my enemies all relieved!
It’s Johnny who’s been hit! Red river flows his crimson streams
I’m sobbing; I’m cradling him and shouting “YOU CANNOT DIE!”
Then I whisper…come back to life “Johnny, please, Johnny please"
Unnoticed to me, the stillness returns once more and then a paper…a letter… silently
floats to the floor
It’s the words like bullets that hit me, penned from his wife…
“I love you so much, the war will be over in just a short time; make sure you come back to me…
Come back to me alive”
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2011
War is suffocating.
You see them run through a line of fire.
You wonder will they survive and then, you see others die before your eyes.
You stand and shout to someone familiar but no response came.
Therefore, vehemently you ran to not bleed again.
Would you make it out of this alive or would you die trying?
You would not remember either, when the life is taken from your eyes.
Stay positive! Stay alive…
User Name: Verlena
Pseudonym: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Motif: War (Epic)
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
The peace the darkness has brought is shattered.
the world is burning
the light has slaughtered many.
Taking the souls of the living and the dead; Trapped they seek escape.
Freedom to run, freedom to fight, freedom to live
By knife and claw, sword and fang, the taken souls fight their chains.
who shall free them from their suffering
Copyright © Wolf Lief | Year Posted 2012
the dancing discouraged his grief as branches under the sky of a fireworks of war
forged by then the caterpillars and the bees
take the nectar sweet flower of the sins they stay at home as the war steadily
creeping bitterness among the clouds they see
The move in the dark grip
Copyright © veerle heyninck florimond margriet | Year Posted 2011
May Day, acid and the National Guard
You tell it so well, you tell it so hard
The dream, the trip and peace rallies you stress
We've heard them before selling war stories for less
Rinding in cars and running in the street
Locked behind bars, afraid of defeat
The dream , the trip and peace rallies you stress
We'ver heard them before selling war stories for less
You've fallen, get up and get out of here
Why risk being buried by the past many years
It's time for a change in you 'Little Boy,'
Pack up your bags, throw out your old toys
Why chance looking back when you're so far ahead
Go hang-up your hang-ups, awaken the dead
For the dream, the trip, and peace rallies you stress
All gone today and, people can care less
The Dream, the Trip and Peace Rallies you stress
Could have helped saved the world but
our youth failed the test.
Copyright © Jack Kenny | Year Posted 2009
My Son came home.
For a well earned rest.
6 months he had served.
He was the best.
In his shining brand new jet.
He looked the same.
Childish face loving grin.
What did you do.
My fine young man?
I killed more than anyone.
I made the earth boil.
Hospitals, churches, all succumb.
To the dropping of my bomb.
But my son.
We raised you to be loving and mild.
Not to be a ravaging evil kind.
How can you do these terrible things?
It's OK Dad.
They are not real people you know.
For me to blow.
I am doing my duty.
To God and King.
My orders are kill everything.
You are no longer my son.
I renounce you.
For what you have done
God will not forgive you, nor I.
You are covered in blood and sin.
You rejoice in it within.
Copyright © Norman Purvis | Year Posted 2007
I am a savage sir,
and I really enjoy killing...
There is really nothing better
than pulling out my knife.
I am a warmonger
and I train the other savages.
I've built up a team.
It's called "Run For Your Life".
Have you a wife, sir?
Have you a wee wife...?
I would run my knife right through her heart.
She wouldn't have a life!
I am a savage, sir,
and I would kill you twice over.
Look at me, you coward, look!
Ha! Deadened you, you jerk!
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Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2017
War isn't just fighting for freedom,
War is a inportant way to solve matters
between countries for the shedding of
blood for mercy to win the battle of courage.
War isn't just for the freedom of our country
White _ Courage of the heart with love.
Blue_ Believing in the people behind you with love.
it's to protect us from tourist from other countries.
War is just a big battle over freedom, courage, and
7/14/06 copyright by: MIKE MILLER
Copyright © mike miller | Year Posted 2006