Warfare
Looking around,
The red sky sinking,
Through the dawn of the
day,
Where clock changes its
intention,
Friends to Foe's
Life to collapsing
bodies,
Pulling swords and shooting
bullets,
Suffering through the winter
trenches,
They smile and still
stay,
But then, rats, deads and
bullets,
Pulling thousands to a
face,
Of intense agony and a dying
human race,
Clothes are tatty and torn,
With hungry stomachs and
weak bones,
Where little lads
forced,
To battle harshly through
the place,
Where some go to
heaven,
Some wounded and in
pain,
and some to their praying
families,
all dusted with stains,
In the puffed smoke blinding
eyes,
To all the soliders that
pass away,
Thank you i would
say,
for this day i am sitting
here,
would not be without this
sacrifice and tear.
By:Stuti Singhal-8A
No comments:
Post a Comment