A shot,
A shell,
A man,
A yell.
A gas,
A breath,
A mask,
A death.
A shout,
A scream,
A man,
A dream.
The noise,
The din,
The War,
The win.
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Poetry
PoetryPoetry from my imagination of what certain times of the past were like (mainly wars). These are not genuine poems from that time.
