Tears And Death

Poem By michael Smajda

I, unfortunately, saw lot of crying.
Sadly, enough, I saw a lot of dying
As whistling artillery shells kept flying
O'er soldiers trapped in war, no denying.

From the sidelines where I, safely, stood,
I watched the forces of evil and good
Destroy each other the best they could
At expense of treasured manhood!

Comments about Tears And Death

Great poem. They fought They thought not Each feeling hot Slinging the shot Smoking pot Political rot Fighting for big shots And lot of bigotry What a shame How lame Wasting lifes Broken knives Brandishing rifles Like eating trifles Ka ka kabooom Went the bomb

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