War GamesA Poem by J. A. PerkinsThe injustice of warWeapons primed and ready;
Round the troops and sound the sirens.Snipers, hold your rifle steady It's the battle of the irons. Pride and Hatred take a stance. Violence crouching - taking aim Doesn't take a second glance before he fires across the plane. A victim lies helpless on the street. Shot down in violent fashion. Pleading peace in her defeat. Her name is Compassion. A plea for peace
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StatsAuthorJ. A. PerkinsAboutI just want to share my poems and hopefully get some constructive criticism and just maybe inspire someone who struggles with life and whatever it might bring. more..Writing
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