James Aykroyd

(Bradford Royal Infirmary)

On The Brink Of War


Diplomats fall,
As there enermies grow tall,
Triggering such pain,
No Emotion,
Not even abit of shame,
But as the anger mounts,
The citizens begin to shout,
Don't you see,
That you can not plea,
So roll on the tanks,
Gather every rank,
The time has come,
So let are revenge,
Become the mark in life,
Let are pain become the worlds sight,
That we will march high,
Full of glory,
We will annialte everything,
With all our might,
Lets blaken the skies,
So every bit of light,
Becomes as dark as the night.

Submitted: Thursday, November 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 22, 2013
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