To hear the cries of childern
As their fathers and mothers left.
To hear the grief and sorrow of others
As they are laid to rest.
The world is spinning, falling...
Falling as a star does fall from the heavens.
It seems at a time where the world has problems,
It must be resolved by gunfire.
And to see the glowing trenches lit up
With glowing, vibrant, light.
And how lovely it must be to find,
A most accommodating of partners.
Leaving, I hear,
Is the cherry on top of the sundae back home.
And whos roads these are, I'll never know.
For here is where we're laid to rest.
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CHILDHOOD'S HOUR
PoetryEdgar Allen Poe once said: "From childhood's hour, I have not been, as others were, I could not see." (Alone, by Edgar Allen Poe) Sometimes, we need to see where we have never been and what we can accomplish. This is my book on my many poems I've wr...
