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War
Contributed by
freckle
on
Tuesday, 5th April 2005 @ 09:13:50 PM in AEST
Topic:
war
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War
The hills are filled with battle cries
And blood flies everywhere
I search all over for my family
But alas, they are not here
A woman falls quite near to me
And I see her blood stained face
Oh God, I think as I stumble on
We cannot even die with grace
A bomb lands somewhere in front of me
And I hear some startled cries
In this red-orange deathly sky, while breathing
In dust filled air
I sigh, a bomb, I die.
Carol L. Chadwick
Aug.29,1980
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2005-04-05 21:13:50] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: War
(User Rating: 1 ) by DorianChambers on
Tuesday, 5th April 2005 @ 10:18:24 PM AEST (User
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an essensial peice of writting carol well done
and true meaning . . .
Dorian Chambers
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Re: War
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 6th April 2005 @ 06:13:10 AM AEST (User
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A truly powerful poem, unfortunately war & act of violence itself will forever exist. Excellent poem! |
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