The screams are heard
The lines blurred
Bullets fall
Like the cities walls
Bombs explode
And fires glowed
As the roads erode
From the falling of feet
Of young soilders
From the newest fleet
Fighting another war
An old man dreamt up for them
We fight hard and long
Singing the song
Of failure and freedom
Which became all the same
To these young warriors
Bleed and read
This mountain of greed
As they beg
And they plead
As they indeed
Misread
The concept of "freed"
We learn to fight
And not to light
This starry night
For it might ignight
All this fright
No longer excites
These once reckless men
L.O.M
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Poetry By Me
PoetrySome poems I wrote,they are kinda wild and all over the place but they are unique and mine so please enjoy! Yours truly, L.O.M
