Bwttlefields Stories

Battlefields drawn obscure By james a. galgano Storm clouds gather where jets marked asunder Bring their sorrow to innocents lurking from under Where drones and jets rain hurt forever upon thee Promising all hope even within lies of elusive victory. But there are no wars to be won no victories prevailed. Often there is only sorrow and misery upon those assailed. The innocents scurry from rain of hurt from above unable to escape. All that is left for those in search of some bright tomorrow is promise wait. But wait for what and for how long must such offer now forever take. When battlefields are miss-drawn across endless horizon offers mistake