why are they slaughtered like cattle?
does no one seem to care?
except those back home whose eyes shine
with the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
bullets boom and they don't seem to care
a long as they get their win
and the country is free again
but without half of it's men left in it.
sprawled by the tank was he
a dead body in the darkness
a gunshot through his head
and the crimson blood seeping out.
he probably didn't know
what he was getting into with this conflict.
he thought he'd be back home in a fortnight
with his weeping mother and vengeful father.
is it all worth it?
these boys all killed as cattle.
knowing not of their purpose
and just following the orders of above.
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wishes and dreams >> poetry
Poetryjust a collection of poems, full of random thoughts and powerful feelings, that i will be continuing to update. hope you enjoy! 1 in #collectionofpoems at one point!
