Wars Of Death. Poem by Michael Gale

Bursting missles erupting over head are heard exsploding way up high...
Bloody scorched earth remains remindful of many that have and will die.

Howertzers belched and spit out their loud fires of the dead...
Deafened ears have heard their noisiest noises way over head.

Reigning raining of death and destruction...
Promises afterward alot of rebuildment and construction.

Torn limbs of legs and arms and feet and hands...
Lie on battlefields in other foreign places and lands.

Buildings display the silent breath...
And the foul smell of decaying bodies in death.

Blown up brains of war's beheaded...
Reveals to all of life done ended.

Dumbfounded are reporters who report to home the battle
unleashed on man...
No signs of peace or the end of the war of plan.

Death spread rampant all around...
Dead of silenced the lonely, only heard sound.

Have at thee, the rancid smell of death and only sound
heard is the decaying of rotting flesh...
Rotting corpses mixed of blood so well doth it enmesch.

Peace-out of mind out of sight...
Only death is met with frightening fright of flight.