trembling children cling to their mothers
"when will the war end?"
the captains took their fathers and brothers
where forever they'll spend
a table for four with dishes for two
bearing untouched silver
dinner with family is far past due
making mother quiver
nights are endless, children restless
begging for dawn to come
scenes on tv leave mother breathless
heralding bombs and guns
drills are all the children were taught
their closest friends, their desks
into tiny classrooms they're brought
at the slightest distress
a knock at the door, a leap of the heart
wary to turn the knob
a slip of paper to impart
a message of heartthrob
'killed while fighting for their country'
but the war is won
our home is saved and now it's free
thanks to father and son
tears of pain and joy filled the land
in their respective homes
to the soldiers who bravely stand
until what's left is bones
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Poems
PoetryJust a bunch of poems I'm writing. They may not be any good but I like them. I'll try to update it every once in a while with one or more poems.
