End Of War

Rating: 3.8

'Doway, doway', the soldier shouted,
moving them on with much impatience,
they were not able to go any faster,
kids, handwagons and their lives' belongings
were not salvation but a hindrance for them all.

He took his filthy and mud crusted Kalatshnykov
and shot them all before they reached the town.
'What is the diffference', he asked himself,
a few more bodies in this war, and then he saw
a timid movement in the pile of bodies, 'life',
more out of shame and guilt he aimed again
and killed the final remnants of the human spirit.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Enemacles Redux 22 August 2005

A heavy-weight bruiser of a poem! I enjoyed.

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Uriah Hamilton 20 August 2005

I think this is a good important poem in the light of how disturbing things continue to grow in Iraq and the world, thanks, H.

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Mahnaz Zardoust-Ahari 20 August 2005

Powerful poem.....makes you think about what has happened. Good poem.

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