War Is Like Hell Poem by Harley Morriss

War is like hell,
After the bullet went through my chest,
I felt the touch of death,
Listening to bombs hitting the ground,
Corpses hitting the surface beside me,
I thought I was dying,
Being dragged into a trench,
Medics fixed me up,
Back to the front I had to go,
Watch my men run into minefields,
Havoc, Horror, Pain is all I see around me,
Soldiers and civilians fighting as one,
Hand grenades flying in the air,
I hated war but I was back for the again,
Too many head shots to count,
No hole big enough to put the bodies,
No lake big enough to store the split blood,
We ran out of places to put the wounded,
Day after day,
Night after night,
The war raged on,
The man who always fought beside me,
He had enough,
He put a bullet through his head,
After two years,
The last bullet was fired,
The last bomb was dropped,
The last civilian killed,
I was the last man standing,
Then I yelled out,
War is like hell!