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No more Roses at their feet, No more the soldiers thirst to quench. For we are tired of the torture, We are tired of this cities stench.
#FridayFun Crouched - in a hole, lone; death bullets circle his home. Child, stranger to calm. Fear - a common foe, That visits with every shot. Trapped, nowhere to go.
#FridayFun Crouched - in a hole, lone; death bullets circle his home. Child, stranger to calm. Fear - a common foe, That visits with every shot. Trapped, nowhere to go.
#FridayFun Crouched - in a hole, lone; death bullets circle his home. Child, stranger to calm. Fear - a common foe, That visits with every shot. Trapped, nowhere to go.
#FridayFun Crouched - in a hole, lone; death bullets circle his home. Child, stranger to calm. Fear - a common foe, That visits with every shot. Trapped, nowhere to go.
#FridayFun Crouched - in a hole, lone; death bullets circle his home. Child, stranger to calm. Fear - a common foe, That visits with every shot. Trapped, nowhere to go.
#FridayFun Crouched - in a hole, lone; death bullets circle his home. Child, stranger to calm. Fear - a common foe, That visits with every shot. Trapped, nowhere to go.
Crouched - in a hole, lone; death bullets circle his home. Child, stranger to calm. Fear - a common foe, That visits with every shot. Trapped, nowhere to go.
Crouched -in a hole, lone; death bullets circle his home. Child, stranger to calm. ~ Contributors: @yikici Proposed contributor: @Jamtots -punishment for pinching my lines :p (you must join in).
I remember it at nighttime, The never ending blows, The yelling and the blasting, And the far-off, distant glows.
A bag of fools slung over his shoulder, the soldier crawls along the line of trees. One, two, and three then breathes as a twilight enemy passes and moves towards. His future, his destiny.
We danced together, you and I Under the stars, across the sea. You swore to me on Earth and sky, That torn apart we'd never be. I sang to you, near all the day, Under the stars, across the sea.
The bombs the bullets. The bodies that fall. The broken the battered. The fodder of war. The young and the brave. Are borrowed to battle. They fall to their fate. With the bullets that rattle.
Lost the battle, win the war Not got much but we want more Stop to think, we're sick of dying We're not done, we'll die trying Want to fight, bring it on We are strong, our hope has not gone, You...
#opussweeklychallenge Tomorrow’s V-Day, what a treat. Here’s a poem, something sweet: Love and pain strike the chest. Baby, this day, it’s the best.
Freedom Isn't free Freedom has a price Not even all the money In the world might suffice What's freedom's price.
For every drop of blood that falls. A million tears we shed. With every single bullet fired. Our hearts are filled with dread. With every single day at war. We fear for who is next.
Father, I have failed you for 30 years, Forgive me, father, all my sins Father, You left me alone when I was 10 And I have prayed every night since then Father, I beg you to guide me now, for Life...
"Soldiers yes But not by choice" A line I wrote before my tears silenced my voice Too young to die Too pure to die I just want to know why.
I have always believed that there can never be an excuse for lying, that is until I read this poem.
I am a War Baby, Born in 1942, I am a War Baby, Im of many, not a few. My father swept away in War, While my mother wept at home, My brother soon to join him, To go to strange lands and rome.
Not so very long ago. They would run in any pain. To a mother who would hold them close. And they'd know they'd be okay. Now when they fall down. Their mothers nowhere to be seen.
What is happening To the world. With the wars And people killed What is happening On Earth today. Taking lives And nobody to pay What is happening To our life.
My brave soldier boy, come back home I'm never gonna have as much courage as you.