To Fellow Warriors Poem by Jack Ingram

To Fellow Warriors



The air is thick with crimson blood,

My eyes are crusted shut with mud,

The carnage came like a flood,

And raged like a hurricane.

And to the men of future strife,

Stay at home, find a wife,

Live a long and happy life,

Far away from worldly pain.

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