oh myA Poem by alan khan
oh my.
the river runs red filled with all the stench and steins of the long forgotten dead and oh my. i hear the children whine they beg for bread and shelter and for a break from jagged time and ohhh my. the strong be damned to hell and while we're at it damn the enemies as well. and ohh my. no room for the just and right. in this land we only let live those who thirst for fight. and ohh my! what have i become i shower in the blood of others to time and flames now i am numb. and oh my. now i am left, just the one a war has just ended But I'm sure another, has already begun © 2010 alan khanFeatured Review
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