A sacred war.

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A sacred war.

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A sacred war.

Poem by: LaceyGerardMonroe

Genre: Commercial Fiction

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Poem by: LaceyGerardMonroe

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Summary

Einstein once said, "It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder." This can be debated but in a sense of the soldier killing I do not agree but using war as an excuse for killing a person then it will stay murder. I am strongly against war but I realize how necessary it is in our world.

Summary

Einstein once said, "It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder." This can be debated but in a sense of the soldier killing I do not agree but using war as an excuse for killing a person then it will stay murder. I am strongly against war but I realize how necessary it is in our world.

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Submitted: December 11, 2012

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A sacred secret.

Smashing down.

As planets collide.

As hearts fall.

 

A single simple smile.

A word of Hate.

As the sun set.

And night starts.

 

All these things we say,

all these things we do,

is it reality?

Or only fantasy.

 

The clouds grow closer.

Rain begins to fall.

A faint batlle cry.

A last "I Love you."

 

The night grows colder.

The night grows darker.

The shot of a bow. 

The cry of a mothers son.

 

 

All these things we say,

all these things we do,

is it reality?

Or only fantasy.

 

A loud battle cry.

A single tear.

Sword agaist sheild.

The death of a daughters dad.

 

Blood being spilt.

A spear in the back.

A mouth full of ground.

Another soul less.

 

Slow advancement

Great city gates.

Rain of arrows.

A sea of swords.

 

Ladder up against the wall.

A young boy climbing.

A young boy dying.

One soul less.

 

 

All these things we say,

all these things we do,

is it reality?

Or only fantasy.

 

A victory cry.

Reteating men.

Injured men.

Wine all around.

 

 

All these things we say,

all these things we do,

is it reality?

Or only fantasy.

 

As hearts collide.

The pen starts writting.

Children learn of great wars.

Sacred secrets forgotten.


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