Thud. Thump.
People fall to the ground
ungracefully with a pound.
More are to share the same fate.
Thump. Thud.
There are piles now to be seen,
below the pilots, whose eyes are keen,
and few lie in the trenches as well.
All for their country,
all for their pride
and so-called beliefs that tide
them over to the deadly war.
Come one, come all,
to defend against the evil men
of whatever-may-be in stacks of ten.
Salute those who have "fallen gracefully."
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
