War Poem by Natasha Clark

War



the fighting is heard all around
like a surround sound theater
i listen to the cries of the innocent
and wonder when it will end
i feel the earth tremble
from the blows from above
i smell the blood
lost from the soliders
when will it end? ?

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Natasha Clark

Natasha Clark

New Jersey
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