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The Recompense of War

The streets are empty the birds stop singing the children are not playing the people look wan and scanty the brooks are dry and frusty the water taste blood and fretting the air smells dreading the seeds of terror grows plenty war has unleashed her good her gifts are hunger,poverty and disease devastation and dead as it stood no telling when the sun will rise again when this is over there is a course to ask who win, who again

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 11/15/2011 8:46:00 AM
This has such a sad echo, for war is the epitome of emptiness. Your images are vivid and heartbreaking.
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Date: 11/12/2011 8:19:00 PM
Mathias, this is very deep.. the image of the end is at hand... i hope the light will gain everything once again.. Enjoyed your poem~ Thank you for sharing. Have yourself a wonderful night.. Take care ;-) ..LINDA
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