Tears drip down the young face,
Of each and every boy and man,
The loud noise and deep hunger,
Eating slowly at our minds,
The tolls of war destroy us slowly,
And husks are what we become,
We care little of oil or god,
And yet we must fight,
Like pawns to the leaders,
Of the proud countries,
And they have are loved ones,
So reapers we become,
Soulless,
Slaying for people we hate,
Watching our blood mingle,
And knowing the're no different,
Just scraping by,
To save the ones they love,
From ones who do not hate,
But for them to walk home,
I would have to forfeit,
So I look at the mirrored enemy,
And kill us both,
In our own ways.
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Dom's Poems- Full of meaning!
PoetryA compilation of my boyfriends amazing meaningful poems! we would love any reviews, feedback and ideas on what you think the poems are about! it'd mean so much to him! - Thanks!
