This is my first poem i worte this year ;D so yea its not my best..but dont b too hard
A cold quiet heart weeps
as the blood soaked men creep
The loud trodding of their feet
show that those who oppose
will admit defeat.
These men with cold hearts
were not this way at the start
We see them as brave
but thay are just slaves
to the generals around them.
Those who joined will not see
the people filled with glee
until they are freee
from the clutches of war
We want to see our men
happy and around us again
This cannout and will not happen soon
until we cross that mighty lagoon
which wreaks of blood and hate
This is a wrong fate
so don't be late to fight the hate
And save those you love
and bring the olive branch
in the beak of a dove
