Gardens Of Bullets Poem by Marcondes Pereira

Gardens Of Bullets



I thought, I would live with no burden.
A shy sunset speaks about peace,
however my brain piece by piece
shows to me a warfare garden.

Sound of bullets echoes where there is a smile.
Gardens of bullets appears mixed with squares.
Missing in action brothers show scary glares
Inside my memory, at the sky of dead body's isle.

Saturday, February 4, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: war memories,war veterans,warfare
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