War Poem by Hm. Nes

War



cold and huddled,
lacking courage,
hungry- most of all just hungry,
fearing fever,
thinking of mother, that
likely she filled a pot with stew.

why the fighting?
why the danger?
why the death? such brutal war!
digging trenches,
thinking of mother, that
likely she filled a pot with stew.

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Plainview, Texas
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