We crouch,
The deathly calm
A sign of things to come.
The brown mud glistens and sinful red,
The blood leaks, one man down.
We consider.
As we wait,
The sudden blast echoes,
Our short lives momentarily end.
The grass once emerald is now crimson,
Sunkissed and watered with blood.
We acknowledge.
And we walk,
Our legs heavy with regret,
Slow our last dance.
The ground has gone, unseen,
Bodies line our path.
We wonder.
Then we fall,
The blood weeps from our wounds,
The shells control our destiny.
Our vision is blurred,
Yet our minds clearly see.
We dream.
Now we lie,
Among a forest of bleeding poppies,
Our innocent graves speak,
Of injustice, hope, fear and dreams.
We watch from safety.
Our souls scream.
As you stand,
The trumpet plays a song of the past,
You will remember us.
A procession of soldiers salute,
Lost in the forgotten.
And we forgive.
















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oh im soo happy 4 u nd lil jak hahaha
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What if it doesn't end the pain...
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What if it doesn't end the pain...
nice poem lou, well more. not nice. rather.
brilliant you could say
l8r Madds
I know ha im so happy for her haha im like a mother or something ok not going to say any more she might get angry haha
SMILE
ciao Lou
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What if it doesn't end the pain...
I know ha im so happy for her haha im like a mother or something ok not going to say any more she might get angry haha
SMILE
ciao Lou
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What if it doesn't end the pain...
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