War never Ends

It was midnight when the attack began,

We are pure feiry ready to kill the french,

Steel helmets and maching guns arent enough to keep us safe,

We became wild beats ready to fight,

Bombs going off,

As men fall lifeless in the wire entanglements,

Men cradle hand-gernades ready to survive,

They slaughter eachother not wanting death to come,

Men run through the feild like there hunting a wounded deer,

Men lay motionless and blackness Consumes them.

Reviews

[cecil]

a very distinct piece about a terrible and horrific action that has been going on since the beginning of time and shall unfortunately continue untill we grow up and realize it has no purpose and solves nothing, your piece shows the horrors and tragedies to which your words are written well with truth and depth,,,blessings..Cecil

[Nana Carmine]

This is really intense. But isn't that always the way it fairs in war? I love it, thank you for sharing it with us.

~Nana Carmine

[emmajoy]

This is such a powerfully intense post, a poem that's tragic but true. You've painted the horror of war with words.

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War's a very dismal subjct to write about, and though a sad subject, you're poem is very good. There are a couple of spelling mistakes but, being an expert in typonese myself, I understood they were typos.