Soldiers
Search for cover
Enemy sites target
Clusters of hell fall from the sky
Death bombs
A plume
Of smoke rises
High into the night sky
A ball of fire explodes upward
Hells fire
Heat sears
Smoke chokes the lungs
Eyes blinded and burning
Ash falling like burning snow flakes
Screams sound
Burnt flesh
The smell of death
Wounded cry out in pain
Rescue starts, the living tended
Dead left
Complete
Devastation
As Man and nature lost
Encouraged by greed and power
God cries
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Cinq-Cinquain form
5 lines, group of 5
syllables count 2-4-6-8-2
Great wording. Felt the bombs and the passion of each word. Linda
I am in conflict with my God. I shall set fire on his throne. I want to see him weeping with his angels. Excellant dear james. more than 10 for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brilliant piece, with the undertone of an emphatic ending. Love this. Thanks.