Friends In a Cursed War
The Laughter on their faces
and banter by the carts,
is just another way of hiding
the hatred in their hearts.
The ground around here swallows
our footsteps as we tread,
now the water gently wallows
where our friends once lay dead.
One day this place is hell,
on others, simply worse.
I'm one of many stuck here,
one of many with a curse.
Copyright © Christian Mitsiaras | Year Posted 2009
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