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A little war poem, my first poem to be published actually. Hope you all enjoy.
Submitted:Apr 14, 2012 Reads: 31 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
longer.
Before that cowardly man enters.
She will fancy her chances against
the barell outstretching.
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