Watching as war rages,
Minds and souls trapped in cages;
Blood splattered on their hands,
And dead bodies littered the land;
Shrilled yells fill the air,
Commencing this brutal fight;
Clawing at each other's throats,
Full of nothing but a sense of loathe;
Knives stabbed, guns shot, catapults fired,
Bombshells explode, deaths admired;
Heads held high and spirits hung low,T
here are no weaknesses to show;
"Burn the white flag,
We are no cowards!
Kill them one by one,
Victory will be ours!"
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The Aden Grey Poetry Contest
PoetrySo Aden, for those who didn't know him, loved poetry. He was the one to get me into it. The first poem I ever wrote was for him, about him. This is something I meant to do a while ago but I kept avoiding painful memories. This is a poetry contest of...
