Poem About War and What It Is For
Poem About War and What It Is For
What we found flowing were many tears;
Death had been there for so many years;
Then pain appeared throughout the war,
While we would wonder what it was for.
Bombs and bullets had started to careen,
Having painted a terrible, horrible scene;
Blood began flowing during each charge,
In lonely forest and field that was large.
Verdant victory was apparent and viable,
And all those in battle had been reliable,
Whole we trusted them and relied upon;
Now in heaven while we have new dawn.
Jim Horn
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2019
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