Heros
Calling names, back in forth
Yelling, arguing, whats the worth?
Someone has to fire the first shot, turn it to battle from a fight,
All the smoke clears and suddenly its night
They look all around them, their numbers now few,
The horrors will haunt them in everything they do.
A few years later, the remaining negoriate peace,
The casualties of war, finally can cease.
But those who saw can never forget,
Each shot they fired, each man they hit.
They were all heros, even those who died.
Their families will always remember, with every tear cried.
I will never take these heros for granted, not at all.
Without them our nation would fall and fall.
Written in honour of all veterans.
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Thoughts as Poetry
PoetryThis collection of my poems expresses my emotions-loneliness, pain, joy. They also tell stories-regret, conquering ignorance, what one will become. They are my fleeting thoughts, captured in verses. Thoughts as Poetry.
