Fighting In The Dark Poem by Carolina Soto

Rain pounds on the floor
And each dropp a man dies at War
Every punch that has so much pain that they take
And there move is the next big decision that they have to make
The long prayers they would say every night
Hoping they'll be safe for the upcoming fight
And killing every person that they fought
Casting away there bodys to rot
Ending only the lives of the guilty
Telling by there look in there eyes there souls were damaged and filthy
Using there minds ad there greatest weapons
And getting into fights they had to step in
Death was all they could crave
Some died and were called brave
Leaving behind there shadow
Reminding you of who won the Battle