Machine guns speak with eloquence,
A terrifying chatter,
And rape brave men of their defence
As bullets bite and splatter.
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To call this beautiful may seem to be a wrong word to say. But this poem is beautiful to me. Its beauty is in its raw pain, in its love and sorrow for those soldiers who braved death day after day. minute after minute, and now lay in a line row after row like they once did when alive and called to attention. .Impressive, powerful, and full of respect and love. Thank you for sharing this. 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++= and onto my fav list
line 8: i say " lie" i don't know what last post means. but to MyPoemList; i like it bri :)
Hi Bri, Last post is the bugle call played when a soldier is laid to rest. Lie.. It's that ruddy Gladys again. Ta.. I'll amend it!