War Cheers

War poetry, deep and dark

 

The birds were feasting

on mutilated remains,

maggots oozed,

from the ruptured veins,

as bodies piled high

of casualties with no names,

ripped flesh,

rancid smell,

guts mesh,

and visions right from hell,

the markings of fear,

written everywhere,

and songs about bombs

bursting in air,

as death hears,

all the war cheers.

Reviews

[Robert Francis Callaci]

stark imagery- war is a brutal thing- hell realized- but the war makers and their minions glorify it and spur on the young to die for their greed and visions of glory. a eye popper- excellent...


my warmest
bob

[Kat]

Sad...
but true.
Very descriptive.
Simply good.

[Fallen Angel]

That's... that's good.