The New Face of War
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this soldier took those rounds so they could save
their fellow conscripts from their early grave
how ghastly tannic, tastes such horrid truth
though warm as blood, or tart as sweet vermouth
thus now they gather ‘round to ask for grace
dark masks of horror frozen on each face
such needless waste to ransom golden curls
this warrior, brave, now lost … was but a girl.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, March 6, 2023
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2023
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