They stormed the walls in a bounding pack
I saw in their eyes where humanity lacked
Their unsavory methods made work of slack
A cross on chest gave permission to stack
My people were strewn along the rack
My city burned, crumbling, and cracked
They knew just where and when to act
We had no quarrel nor fateful tact
Just when the city was sacked
I was left intact
A warrior on my back
I had faced the fact
But he went off track
To stuff more loot in his sack
Others I saw whacked
A burn to every shack
Leaving the ruined knack
I hoped for something back
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War Rhymes
PoetryA collection of poems of different styles dedicated to the state of war and those it affects.
