Standing a midst a forest of stone,
Walking through a sea of bone,
Where once proud legions now decay,
The ultimate sacrifice-forced to pay.
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Today the sun shines black, not bright,
The teeming masses in fear behold
So dreadfully a hellish sight!
No joy, no peace, just horrid cold.
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I write as a hobby and hope to one day publish a book or two. Poetry is still relatively new to me. My skill lies in essays and short stories but, once in a while, i'm hit with the inspiration for a poem (gotta love those Muses) . In short, I am who I am and that's the way it'll stay. Hope you like my poems, but, if not, no worries-I still do! Ciao!)
The Circle Of War
Standing a midst a forest of stone,
Walking through a sea of bone,
Where once proud legions now decay,
The ultimate sacrifice-forced to pay.
Far away in foreign lands,
Defaced and defiled by enemy hands,
A father fall next to a brother,
A bleeding son cries out for his mother.
On familiar shores, under liberties dome,
Behind oaken desk-safe at home,
Do leaders send our warriors away,
Thousands upon thousands, oh sad day!
The forest so vast, sea so full,
Man's depravity-so cruel, so cruel!
Years flow by, still no end in sight,
We cannot prevail-through men and might.