War Poem by Jose Perez

War



Death and Blood,
Dirt and Grime,
Piles of Bodies,
Little Time.

Bullets Flying,
People Dropping,
Bombs Killing,
People Fleeing.

All is slurred,
All is lost,
All is blurred,
Now I Know What Life Costs.

Then legs and feet,
Maybe friends,
But then I know,
I Won't See Life Again.

Now Ask Yourselves,
And Everyone
What if You were,
That Someone

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