Distant Memories
By Ana Mundaca
War is calling
They all must leave
All of them are going
Even though some plead
You hear the sounds
Of silent tears, hitting the ground
The footsteps of mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers
Who all were never found
The children now, are starving
But no one gives a care
Because all the soldiers came
Leaving the shelves bare
Does no one yet realize
That war will never cease
Until these vile humans
Stop it and let them be
YOU ARE READING
And death be had.
PoetryA collection of poems, written by Ana Mundaca, Gwyneth Nolde. All are edited by Ana Mundaca (That's me!!) and all are original compositions, ranging from motion sickness, to death, to war, and to some other things as well. Some may be in Spanish. E...
