Chris Townsend


War

Wild frontiers battle to the front,
Sealed fortunes, its rude to point,
Onward victory, is a gun shot away,
My soul destroyed, humanities depravity,
Shield has all but gone, mine end is true,
All that remains, a battered picture of you,
I was told that no man is an island in this deprived war,
I was told, that no battles shall be in vain, my head so sore,
I looked them in the eye,

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