david campbell

Rookie (4/17/93 / baxley georgia)

War - Poem by david campbell

it states itself on the blood of men
washing off in the river of sin

it feeds on the corruption of men
takings deaths souls in its hand

it comes with great cost, and states that
no mercy shall be given or lost, men shall
have the final say.

it has no race for war has no face.

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  • (5/10/2011 9:23:00 AM)

    Really good piece. Try 'Confrontation (Darfur) ' when you have a spare minute. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 13, 2011

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