Treasure Island

Deepak Calyampoondi

Filled with Blood

As birds of steel fly in the sky,
the sirens of hell ring,
as the shells fall, there's no one shelter for all,
what a ruin it does bring.

Soldiers scatter here and there,
bullets are fired everywhere,
streams of blood fills the air,
It's wartime no one will be spared.

To protect one's nation is their goal,
But what right do they have to take another soul,
For we are all one, why should we fight,
Just for a reason to prove our might.

A child waits for her father,
A wife expects her husband back,
A mother waits for the message from her son.
for little do they know the war has just begun.

Lucky are those who survive the war,
the unsung heroes who dared it far.
many untold stories lie with the bodies,
filled with blood.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 01, 2011

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