The First Bullet

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Everything is silent,

Sitting row by row,

Waiting for the leader,

To sharply shout "GO!" ,

Over the top into hell,

The first bullet flies,

One man gets hit,

Now lying he dies,

I'm sitting here writing,

Letters ready to send,

To my loved ones I say,

"Will this mass murder ever end?"

Authors Notes ~  Thankyou for reading the second poem in the Nightmares Collection ... You may notice this one is a tad diferent to the others as I made this one in remembrance of all the soildiers who died for our country... Never forgotten<3 All constructive comments are welcomed and  seen to xx

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