Quiet In War Poem by EatinB8 CC Ko
Quiet In War
Quiet it is,
From not one,
But countless gunshots.
I rub my memory,
To foggy images
Of my brothers and sisters.
Aching through,
With Broken limbs,
Yet striving for hope.
Tracing back time,
Losing all,
But the fight for freedom.
With open eyes,
Plains of blood red,
Or hundred thousand tombstones.
Remedy touches me,
As I now lay, row on row,
Where the poppies grow.
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