The young boy hadn't seen hell like this
the smoke there before him created a mist
as he lined up his gun
ready to shoot anyone who'd run.
They had lied when they said join the army it's fun.
Now how he wishes this war was either won
or just done.
Guns Blair
there's soot in his hair.
Bullets fly everywhere.
One life taken how is it fair.
If only instead
they said
want to see hell I can take you there.
Instead of join the army
with a hearty hey there son
won't you take this gun
and make your father proud to have a son
. For theres a war to be won.
Windows shatter
the gun goes tatt tatt tatter
screams are heard,
he thinks if I get out ill keep my word. Run home to my wife
and never have to kill another with a knife.
Gun or anything else that a mad man would find fun.
Look at me.
Look at what they've done
turned a boy with a wife
and a life
into a killer from a horror thriller.
War is the real killer
If I get out ill keep my word
and my story will never be heard.
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Poems of the strange
PoetryA collection of poems that hit on the subjects of despair loneliness and isolation as well as multiple personality Please as always with all of my works keep an open mind and if this one isn't for you it isn't for you. Mmfwcl hope you enjoy :)
