Here we go again,
Another dance with danger,
The music of gunfire and grenades is about to start,
My brothers are getting ready:
Getting ready for uncertainty,
Captain is giving a speech again,
Trying to motivate us,
To ignite the fire That sleeps within us,
I wonder if he is as scared as I am,
Oh here we go again,
The orchestra had begun,
Will this be my end?!
Will my lady weep bitterly?!
Will I never see my children grow?!
My brothers are dying again,
Bodies falling to the ground,
Why are we killing ourselves?!
I still don't understand the reason for this senseless war,
Couldn't have all this been avoided?!
How I wish.... (he dies)
-Bright 🔆
YOU ARE READING
The Quill Spits Blood
ŞiirAnd so my heart bleeds unto the paper, telling my stories in bloody stains. ●Everything is better expressed in poetry! ●A compilation of poems written by yours truly.
