Shadows Of War Poem by simon thorpe

Shadows Of War



The dark, brooding shadow of malevolance lies stagnant in the air,
Clogging the arteries of the world below, leaving only a stench of despair,
War itself is a disease that eats away at the fabric of life we hold dear,
There are no winners or losers, just futility that much is clear.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Guy Lip-more 14 February 2013

So true are your sentiments, war is furtile and the majority are probably based on lies. Very good write.

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