Weapons With Blood

There is no War without Blood.

There are wars on the land
Both Psychological and Physical
Inflicting the scars directly on souls.
That are weapons not soldiers
Which are used by the death

Yet he does bit takes our guilty souls.
They are the Weapons with Soul,
The devilish soul.

There are weaklings who cry
In the fear of death,
Which are treated like failures,
Who are not brave enough to pull the trigger
They are teased for being cowardly

But even the toughest soldiers
Sometimes needs to cry
For they are the Weapons with Tears,
The poisonous tears.

They are not allowed to feel,

They just follow the violent orders,
Of killing the enemy of the corrupted nation.
They know the enemy is just another weapon
Programmed to kill for honor
And inhale the smell of decaying soldiers
That they damaged themselves
After all they are Weapons with Scars

the Sinful Scars

The war is filled with Red River
with no Victors to swim in it.
They don't think
They don't feel the pain.
Their blood is the finest red wine
Enjoyed by the Grim Reaper himself
For they are the Weapons With Blood
The delicious Blood

Soldiers could not see the dreams

Or else they are punished with nightmares

of the death of their beloved ones,

Because he could not save them in a war,

Because he was weakened by the thoughts

But they fought with a wish to see

the peaceful light,

As they are Weapons with Dreams

the Painful Dreams

Reviews

[Bushra Naqshbandi]

Beautifully written. I actually felt their pain. This is something that was ''often so thought but never so well expressed''. Thumbs up for this one! :)

[The mind rind]

The poem is agonizing and intense.It's an ultimate picture of a war ground.Well,nice work and keep it up!