A Word For The Wicked

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic
a poem about war...in general and for the people hit by bombs and the second half is the soldiers view...no rhymes because it wouldn't work in my mind...

Submitted: January 09, 2008

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GET OUT QUICK! GET OUT QUICK!

the bombs are coming, down on me;

our old sunshine, blocked by hate;

clouds forming over head, floor shaking,

ears popping...limbs flying

 

GET IN QUICK! GET IN QUICK!

protecting the nations, all evil must be rid of;

a word from my mouth, a tear on my cheek;

men i know, men i dont;

dying for a man who stands 30 miles behind.

 

LAST BREATH...LAST BREATH!

heart beats slow to a stop.

so many people died today, not so many lived;

many will remember...the brave faces, tearful in the soot

for gods sake stop this...for the tears filled with poppy seeds...

 

 

 

Callum Bryan


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