Molly Pryor Poet Rhyme

English War

His English Blood
Mixed with the soil
he's covered with mud
serving alongside a Royal

Standing strong with thee
A body of an English Man
where's the Royalty?
When fighting for every man!

In War we fight,
but why and what for?
We do it with all our might.
I Hate this God Damn War!

originally written ~ 13/2/17

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Frank Sheehan March 6, 2017 at 1:24 PM Nice write Molly. Really enjoyed it as it explains the negatives of War. Molly Pryor March 7, 2017 at 12:30 PM I'm glad you liked it- Frank! Although there ae negatives of war, there may be positives in the future!

Chris Green March 1, 2017 at 4:55 PM I liked this. It was hard and sharp but the message was easily understood. I love how built this up to the final line. Nicely done Molly Molly Pryor March 2, 2017 at 2:30 AM Thank you, I'm glad you liked it!