River's of blood
Filled with innocent souls
No food on our plates
Or cereal in our bowls
We fight for freedom
Lives lost everyday
Battle field painted red
With skies listless and gray
I watched the pain and suffering
From a war beatten man
He stood 5'4
With a charcoal tan
He cried out
" Please save me, for the love of God"
My neck was weak
But I was able to nod
Still tattered and beaten
He gave me a smile
I pointed to a sign
That read, " Hospital: 1 mile"
He looked me in the eyes
A tear rolled down his cheek
For his chance of survival
Seemed very bleak
As he lay in my arms
This man I just met
Picked up a poppy from the ground
And said, " Lest we forget"
YOU ARE READING
Book Full of Emotion- My Poetry
PoesíaPoetry from ME~ You'll like it, I promise. If you don't... forget I ever said ANY of this. 'kay? I love you~!! *mwah* Thank's for reading... if you do! :)
