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A little war poem, my first poem to be published actually. Hope you all enjoy.

Submitted:Apr 14, 2012    Reads: 43    Comments: 9    Likes: 3   

Let the swords clash

Brother against brother

Father against father,

The only thing prevailing -

Mothers of nature.

A field of poppies

A field not too far

A field that lingers hope

Beaconing out to the widowed wife

She'll not be keeping her door open much


Before that cowardly man enters.

She will fancy her chances against

the barell outstretching.


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