War, The Plight Of Man Poem by Tim Vallie
War, The Plight Of Man
The fires of war are burning, they burn forever bright
The horns of war are blowing, they summon warriors to fight
Two armies come to battle, a clash of sword and shield
And when the fight is over, blood and death shall coat the field
A test of soul and bravery, for glory warriors fight
They come to fight for honor, to test their strength and might
On fields of death and glory, the wheels of war still turn
The horn of war still blowing, the fires of war still burn
Until the world has ended, war shall be man's plight
Until no blood is left to spill, men shall come to fight.
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5/3/2024 9:27:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
i like rhyming. i almost found 'fault' for you using fight at the end of three lines; that would have been petty. besides, the rhymes are good and FIGHT is an important part of the poem. i do see three spelling errors. i will tell you what they are if you don't know and want to know. thanks for sharing. well done.