At WarA Poem by Mackenzie BrookeBam the fire goes pop goes the guns all the soldiers wake before the moring sun
grab your daily rations load your gun we are at war my friends the enemy is a familiar one
march through the battle feild let the battle horn sound
blood soiled across the ground smoke blocks out the sun were is the enemy have we won?
smoke clears all that i hear are stinging whispers of gone look around the battle feild neither side has won
© 2012 Mackenzie Brooke |
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1 Review Added on May 25, 2012 Last Updated on May 25, 2012 AuthorMackenzie BrookewonderlandAboutAbout Me Hello I'm Mackenzie (not my real name) and writing is my life. I love to write more then anything. I will never stop writing till the day I die. I went through a very dark period o.. more..Writing
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