Austin Morris Poems

Love is a Perplexing thing
Coming and going like the season of spring
One second its there, the next it’s gone
Almost as if it melts into Dawn
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War will always be found
As long as the world goes round
Whether it is because of your race,
Or just because someone was in your face
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As Daybreak falls, you succumb to slumber
Wasting away as the world passes by
You lie utterly still, counting the numbers
But only, to the outside eye
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You join the Reserves, not expecting a fight
Next thing you know, you’re on the first flight
They tell you it will be a quick tour
But they don’t seem to mention the blood and the gore
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