Seeds of Vengeance

The War on Terror will always be the antithesis to peace.

Blue sky blackened by decimation

Blue eyes reddened by abominations

The broken shells of armour litter the streets of my 'free state'

Rumbling, bursts of gunfire, sirens wailing every day

The marching boots fade away into the weeks of the past

But I know the sound of rotary wings will remain until my last

Awful echoes reverberate through my young and supple mind

A troubled, childhood torment spreads slowly, seemingly benign

Though the scorched sand may disperse with a swift desert gale

The memories will drive me, the wind into my sail.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[D. R. Hensigne]

Really thought provoking. Thank you.