Ancient WarA Poem by Chris RampersadMost people may not think this makes any sense.They've been here for ages quietly watching us, Growing each day and
taunting us, Hiding serpents and housing blood suckers, We've fought them for centuries, We cut them down to size and laugh in triumph, And they just keep growing now feeding our despair, Bringing us to our knees, We poison them and like a phoenix they spring anew, I've witnessed men cry out in anguish, Cursing to the
heavens after fighting them for years, I've seen this battle passed on from generation to generation, A tired father
passing on his blade to his son and his son dreading this task. And I pity him… When will this war end? How much tears of man would be shed before it is over? When will this suffering stop? I have no answer... But I call all to arms. Grab your torches, grab your pitchforks, grab your blades! We must keep fighting! YES! We cannot let these horrible fiends win! We must not let them grow! GO OUTSIDE AND CUT YOUR GRASS! © 2014 Chris RampersadAuthor's Note
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Added on March 20, 2014Last Updated on March 20, 2014 Tags: War Author
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