Set off on a plane,
or a boat or a train.
With tears in their eyes,
as families say goodbyes.
Set off on a journey,
one we rarely get to see.
With a pit in their stomachs,
as they imagine all of the hits.
Set off in a field,
where bullets are the best shield.
With men screaming,
and some who are dreaming.
No silence or still,
they just march uphill.
With helmets and camo,
and the fear of running out of amo.
Seat off on a plane,
or a boat or a train.
With families at home,
in battle fields they roam.
- v.m
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happiness + sadness.
PoetryWe write to write to escape what it is that is hidden in the deepest crevasses of our minds, to escape from the reality that brings us down, to forget that the world is sometimes terribly cruel. We write to get the words out of our heads that we ha...
