I See Teardrops Falling Poem by Max D. Hornbogen

I see teardrops falling off of men and I can hear their screams in my head, woman are crying and babies are dying but there is no laughter going around. All I see is teardrops falling or could it be that the rain is falling, even I can not see past the doors that are closed. I see teardrops falling from the skies as they hit against the ground that is so hard. Hearing their voice’s is like a sharp chill going down my spine, but even though I can still hear them talking. The war has been going for a long time and I am getting tired of killing, now I see their blood on the ground that is turning me around. And I see teardrops falling from their eyes. (The End)

Max Hornbogen