Corwin Donovan Poet Rhyme

World War 3

Keep digging trenches,
Enemy bodies piled in ditches, 
No intuition for this is no heaven vision,
Where is God in wars religion, 
Indecision, nervous flinches, Napalm bombs on all divisions, 
Stoic mission, missiles hissing, 
Men in anguish hate to listen, 
Crosshairs within and cowards prisoned, 
Reapers laughing no repentance, 
Superstition is omission, 
No surrender in fears secretion, 
Wage extension that hallow pension, 
Shell shock stock all ammunition, 
Peaceful fission the last redemption, 
Death so vital in attrition, 
Nuclear assistance,
End of existence,
Vision intention of nations decision,
Sanction schism, bomb in rhythm,
Open up lets make a difference,   
 
Now the world is a burning pit, 
Legions of generals worship it,
Reason the guilty of dying unequipped, 
Bleeding lesions in war never for the innocent only belligerents

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Bonnie Hollywood-Cutts January 12, 2018 at 7:24 PM you hit a vibrating chord with this piece. Except those that should feel the pulse of this are dead to reality. nicely done.

Susan Ashley September 11, 2017 at 8:38 PM Awesome write Corwin. Depth of feeling, depth of hell you describe mentally and physically. Nice lines especially; 'Sanction schism, bomb in rhythm' Well done. Your last stanza is amazing my friend! :) Corwin Donovan September 11, 2017 at 9:28 PM Thank you for the kind words :^) kind of an older write but figured I would post anyway