56) War
His half naked body shivering,
From chin, tear drops falling,
His broken left arm on a sling,
He stood there sobbing,
In front of a thousand snow white crosses,
Planted on top of
Bright green grass,
And buried underneath,
Countless bodies.
A pretty picture,
It makes from far away,
Where you can’t hear him cry.
His cowardice thoughts,
Slowly turn to oath,
To revenge the sleeping martyrs,
And, lends him a purpose to live again.
‘O’ Great War,
I thank thee,
Thou have saved a life.
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56) War
Inability to grasp the mammoth destruction a war can cause and that it’s often is started by few individuals, lead to this one.
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