War And Death Poem by Daniel Goncalves

To live, to fight to lose the one you love,
The horror the pain, the fall from above.

A rifle held high and heart beating fast,
The terror, the agony as each bullet u pass.

To see the ones around u fall to the ground,
Bodies are piled pound after pound.

Blood drips from your face as u run through the dirt
As people explode, a woman gives birth.

You fire this gun in order to kill,
Your morale destroyed as you diminish your will.

This battle at your feet slaughters your mind,
But never you stop nor fall behind.

This war is still fought as you barely get by,
A round hits your flesh as you feel yourself die.



Hldr. Gonçalves
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