The heat strikes my face
scornful, violent
the flame roars, screams
falls silent
dust settles,
like a blanket of snow
curtains over their mistakes
burn it all, they'll never know
the pain, our war creates
stood here in grey attire
at the gates of hell
the stench clings to my skin
the tears of those who fell
Meaningful poem on a page of madnes by a lunatic and if Churchill had not declared war {Nobody else did} god only knows. Fine poem+++10 regards
This is deep. The title draws you in and the text has such a tremendous power. 10/10
You know from the title this is not going an easy read, it is very powerful and well written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a beautiful poem, although it is easy to read, the language absords and it's very profound <3 10