Leylek D. Sovura

Rookie - 174 Points (27.04.1994 / Germany)

Battlefield - Poem by Leylek D. Sovura

Gunfire, bullets through the air,
death spreads like wildfire,
i can see my comrades flare,
we lost this battle, sire.

The field painted red,
from the blood of my friends,
the river looks like she bled,
crimson tears at all ends.

I am running, my stomach won't obey,
I killed many on this brutal battlefield,
of course i know i have to pay,
We are loosing this, they won't yield.

Bullets buzzing through the air,
sire, i can feel deaths embrace coming near,
I will wait for you, sire, my friend, take care,
bullets through my body, I die cold, full of fear.

Topic(s) of this poem: war

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 7, 2014

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