The contempt of war
With spewn bodies and limbs
A war cry
A man dies
There is anger within
They face each other
Tempers flare
Eyes bulging red
You lose control
The anger burns within
Screaming, shouting
Cursing and swearing
Burning rages
Fuels carnage and mayhem
The never ending screams
Killing, maiming
They first fight with pride
But as the battle rages
They start to fight for their lives
The sea of turmoil
Of body and souls
When will this carnage end?
The ongoing battle
Gives death a grin
Misbegotten war
Why plague our lands
Why must we let death?
Smile with a grin
Have we done something wrong?
Have we committed a sin?
Fatigue getting tired
Can barely stand ground
Feeling wary, feeling sad
When will this carnage end?
The smoke clears
On desolate grounds
The moans of death is all around
Alone figure stands in shock in pain
As he listens to moans of dying men
The pain is real the war cry's fade
As he re-enacts the days
That goes round in his head
Of the memories of pain
Of a contemptible war
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true... Loved the piece maam..