A Road to Nowhere
By: The Amazing ME!
Sorrow and death are the only words made
Fit for the tidings that o'er this way come.
Blasting of bombs, in the distance they fade.
People all fearing the sound of the drum.
Calling of drums means the war has begun.
War is the same as a plague of death,
Spreading like blows that are coming from guns,
Making a Nation of people draw their last breath.
People all bear foot and clothed in rags,
Homeless and wandering o'er dead bodies lay
Longer and longer this war does it drag
That is the price for which we must pay.
Yellow and light of the sun is now red,
Red all the world from the blood that we shed.
Laughing of children is now no more
Because of sacrifices made from war.
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This is how war is bad!!! I give thanks to everyone serving in the Military and being brave because to be honest I would NEVER be able to be that brave and risk my life. . . Probably. Well anyways, Thanks for reading. Hoped you liked it and please hit that VOTE Button!
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Poetry: Random Things
PoetryMy poetry about Random Things that popped into my head or I was forced to write about by my teachers! Hope you like it!
