Wind, Water, Blood Poem by Aaron Layton

The Winds roar past my ears
Taking away my fears
Looking out from the hill
waiting for it to fill
with men and steel
nothing can explain what I feel

The water swirl
as fingers curl
turning into fists that protest death
wanting to fight for this earth
Fears in the eyes of those men
while multiplying it by ten

blood starts to flow
bombs start to blow
men fall dead
no one was left
life was taken in a theft