WAR

A Poem by oscardelamarca

JUST A GOOD POEM FRIENDS

AND STILL BE HEARD IN THE MUD BOOTS
LIKE LEAVE EVERY STEP OF A LIFE TIME
BEHIND THESE COMES OFF THE CURTAIN OF NOSTALGY
FUTURE WILL NO LONGER

AND BELIEVE ME SOMETHING I'M CONFUSED
I DO NOT WANT THAT BAD DESTINATION
AND I HAVE SEEN THOUSANDS OF BODIES FALLING
AS FALLEN BY A BOWLER

ONLY DEATH, DEATH BRINGS THE WAR
DISASTER PASSED WITH SOUL
THAT I FEEL IN MY COLD IN ARRIVING
THIS NIGHTMARE TO CARRY ON MY SHOULDER

AND I THINK MY LAND , MY LOVED ONES
AND THERE WILL BE NO TOMORROW, JUST PAST
NO LONGER WORDS ONLY MEMORIES
AND MY YEARS NOT BE OLDER

SEE THE NIGHT AND MY BODY
WANT TO GET UP AND I CAN NOT
AND I SEE RED STAIN ON MY CHEST

AND MY IMAGES OF LIFE IN MY FOLDER

AND EVEN IF I GO IN THE BATTLE ME
WE SHOUTING DEATH TO ENEMY
FEEL MY HANDS AND BLOOD STAINED
THAT RUNS FOR WEAPONS , ARE COLDER

AND INSURANCE ON THIS DARK NIGHT
LEAVE A SHOUT TO EXIST IN FLOODED
A MEDAL AND SHALL CALL BETWEEN MY CLOTHES
AND MY EPITAPH SHALL CALL ... THE GOOD SOLDIER