War of Hearts

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic
Non-rhyming poetry about the horrors of war.

Submitted: December 31, 2010

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Submitted: December 31, 2010

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Today is the day the skies come alive,
A knot of scarlet, orange, saffron.
The planes overheard, they feel no mercy.
Some fall from the clouds and hit the ground.
And pass away with a powerful uproar of fire.
They count bodies like coins.
They see someone on the other side of the river.
Someone wearing a different coloured uniform.
Their eyes will flash red.
And they will be shot dead, at dawn.
Go back to sleep.
Go back to sleep, children.
Never open your eyes.
Your faces will be smothered in time.
Your throats weighed down with ash.
The survivors climb the hills and mountains like soldiers,
But their march is no march of victory.
A march of fear, injured legs stumbling.
Please, children, step away from the window.
Save yourselves from the dark, the death, the fear.
The little ghost boys and girls who will lure you away.
They’ll rip your spirits out.
The sky is now purple, it rains black ink.
And the survivors’ souls light the sky,
Each star represents a new found hope and victory,
Each reflection on the rivers and ocean, the ones we lost.
The people unite, hold hands and chant.
On top of the hill tops.
Because tonight... the city will sleep in flames.


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