Battle Field
A heart is like a battle field with
the blood pumping into its viens.
Its just like being on that battle
field with mud and rain.
All those men died and suffered,
they still didnt gain any comfort.
The heart from a dead soliders mother,
Her pain cant go no further.
Its just like the black panthers,
so quick to say "Black power"my borther.
A heart is like a battle field
Broken, scarned, torn, hurt,
but at the end.
Mind, loved, sheltered, victory.
The battle of the heart is now over.
Copyright © Diona Finley | Year Posted 2005
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