War
I see row after row of sleeping soldiers
Sleeping underneath crosses as I try and keep my composure
As I look around I’m transported somewhere
Where there’s bodies scattered on the ground
The sounds of gunfire and yelling surrounds me
As I look out on the battle scene
The scent of blood is in the air
And I wish I was elsewhere
As I look out on this nightmare
All I can do is think of the lord’s prayer
And as I’m transported back to Arlington
I hear the sound of 21 shots being shot from a gun.
Copyright © Angela Woodward | Year Posted 2020
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