The War Poem by Russel Bacani

The War



Guns firing and barking
Men shouting while mourning
Blood dripping and flowing
Oh! What a dreadful sight

Bodies lying around
Skulls in line abound
Angel of death waiting
For the souls of those who are crying

The war is endless
Like a painful death
So we need a rest
To that I can bet

Wednesday, March 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: war
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