Victims of War
an old poem of mine...
Shredded silk falls with the snow Banners swept by sleety flow Raised but soiled, ripped to and fro Whipped by wind, black mud in tow Once there stood two armies here Proud and strong yet torn with fear Over corpses crows now veer Waves of dead corrode the clear Few lived past the gory fray Twisted figures lie astray Instruments of life’s foul play Sliced and bent, for death they pray Knee-deep in the blood they tread Clothes entwined with crimson thread Snaking coils of wet, warm red Slogging through death’s wat’ry bed Shaking fierce these shadows stand Undone bodies feed the land Slowly slipping from God’s hand All hid heaven’s reprimand Tortured minds push grief afore Broken men at heart’s frail core Souls chant haunted evermore These; true victims of this war |
nice one man, i really felt this poem, very vivid words and imagery, very good, keep it up.....
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nice poem keep up the good job
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