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The Two Faces Of War

The rain washed the blood away And for a time I became human again Children with dead eyes Play amongst corpses rotting in the morning sun A father prays to some god Hoping for a miracle Abound by his faith Certainly a deeper faith than mine For the moment only the gun is god In these quiet times I think of people sitting at desks Being productive Dreaming dreams better than mine Building a future The survivor alarm kicks in I've been here too long The scene changes The father has found his god For a time he becomes a soldier Two gods about to collide One through total frustration The other with the dimension of time He once read a book The romance of war He always thought the title should have read The two faces of war The bullet killed him instantly Tomorrow he would be another rotting corpse No romance there People at desks building futures Children with dead eyes play in the morning sun.

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Date: 12/28/2022 4:48:00 AM
Well done, Paul
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Paul bell
Date: 12/29/2022 9:00:00 AM
Thanks, Bobby
Date: 5/26/2021 12:04:00 AM
It's a wonderful poem.
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Paul bell
Date: 5/26/2021 9:34:00 AM
Thanks, Christuraj.