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Fields of War

Contributed by ravenshadows on Wednesday, 16th March 2005 @ 12:34:20 PM in AEST
Topic: war



Air raid sirens in the distance
A sound all to familiar to my ears
Deafening noise that once brought terror
But now no one sheds a tear
A 5 year old with no arms
Stands at an old church gate
His family is now all gone
So all he does is wait
A group of kids run through the grass
Another bomb falls and just like that
All thats left is a field of ash
A baby cries
A mother dies
Another city leveled to the ground
Another day to clean up the dead
For those still left around
Copper and ash smell from the funeral pyres
A sad site indeed
Bloody, sickening, disgusting fires
Is there anyone left now to grieve
Arms and legs and skulls and fingers
Signs of those who once lived here
The bombs have fell and the sirens linger
Enemies let out their cheers
The sirens song finally fades
And what justice has been done?
Murder of the innocent
By the order of just one...




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Re: Fields of War (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Wednesday, 16th March 2005 @ 04:19:02 PM AEST
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So true, so true. Very sad write. Much peace to you.


Re: Fields of War (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Monday, 21st March 2005 @ 12:05:23 AM AEST
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so well written. this was brilliant. this is one of the best war poems ive read. i liked especially how you would refer back to concepts of before as you went along. excellent use of imagination to write reality.




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