Massacre Poem by poem master

Massacre



i was a soildier in the first world war
the fire of machine guns is the only roar
soildiers were fighting for king and queen
they mowed down the germans to a loud scream
majors in scarlet living the luxury
betraying their king, army and country

Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: fire,war
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