With all the battle scars
You will never know what you'll find
The fouls and tears
Will never amount to what they left behind
The cries of the wounded
Will never match their blistered skin
The men they left behind
Will never see the stars again
Men dragged off to many graves
The soldiers never return
Their children will wonder,
"Will daddy ever come home?"
Their mothers cry
The children are troubled
Some are reunited
While some fake a smile
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PoetryThe poems in which I am too scared to tell. All these poems are original.
