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War by me

 

Fleeing, leaping, attacking, defending

Shooting, diving, hoping, dying

Living, sleeping, eating, throwing

This is what you do in war.

 

Learning, burning, hurting, dirtying

Killing, wounding, missing, listening

Hiding, finding, crying, flying

This is what you do in war.

 

All around you dead bodies lay

Alive ones pouring over them

Soon to join them

This is what it’s like in war.

 

Some will die from being shot

Some will die from disease

Some will live, but only few

It is a part of war.

 

Many are now cold and stiff

You are a part of those dead

You did your job, and paid for it

This is the end of your war.

 

People still fight, and die.

People still keep pushing onwards

For some, the end is here, and families fear

That this is not the end of the war.

 

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This is a part of a poetry anthology thing we have to do.

It feels so forced, writing it.

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War by me

 

Fleeing, leaping, attacking, defending

Shooting, diving, hoping, dying

Living, sleeping, eating, throwing

This is what you do in war.

 

Learning, burning, hurting, dirtying

Killing, wounding, missing, listening

Hiding, finding, crying, flying

This is what you do in war.

 

All around you dead bodies lay

Alive ones pouring over them

Soon to join them

This is what it’s like in war.

 

Some will die from being shot

Some will die from disease

Some will live, but only few

It is a part of war.

 

Many are now cold and stiff

You are a part of those dead

You did your job, and paid for it

This is the end of your war.

 

People still fight, and die.

People still keep pushing onwards

For some, the end is here, and families fear

That this is not the end of the war.

 

---

 

This is a part of a poetry anthology thing we have to do.

It feels so forced, writing it.

Your poem is really, really good. A bit too much reality for this hour of the morning. :(

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War by me

 

Fleeing, leaping, attacking, defending

Shooting, diving, hoping, dying

Living, sleeping, eating, throwing

This is what you do in war.

 

Learning, burning, hurting, dirtying

Killing, wounding, missing, listening

Hiding, finding, crying, flying

This is what you do in war.

 

All around you dead bodies lay

Alive ones pouring over them

Soon to join them

This is what it’s like in war.

 

Some will die from being shot

Some will die from disease

Some will live, but only few

It is a part of war.

 

Many are now cold and stiff

You are a part of those dead

You did your job, and paid for it

This is the end of your war.

 

People still fight, and die.

People still keep pushing onwards

For some, the end is here, and families fear

That this is not the end of the war.

 

---

 

This is a part of a poetry anthology thing we have to do.

It feels so forced, writing it.

Your poem is really, really good. A bit too much reality for this hour of the morning. :(

I know what it's like. I've been knocked back to earth in the morning by a depressing poem many a time XD

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*hugs horatio and glowurm*

smile! life gets bwetter!

 

 

yeah, as if I could be any less convincing, with my mental state...

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War by me

 

Fleeing, leaping, attacking, defending

Shooting, diving, hoping, dying

Living, sleeping, eating, throwing

This is what you do in war.

 

Learning, burning, hurting, dirtying

Killing, wounding, missing, listening

Hiding, finding, crying, flying

This is what you do in war.

 

All around you dead bodies lay

Alive ones pouring over them

Soon to join them

This is what it’s like in war.

 

Some will die from being shot

Some will die from disease

Some will live, but only few

It is a part of war.

 

Many are now cold and stiff

You are a part of those dead

You did your job, and paid for it

This is the end of your war.

 

People still fight, and die.

People still keep pushing onwards

For some, the end is here, and families fear

That this is not the end of the war.

 

---

 

This is a part of a poetry anthology thing we have to do.

It feels so forced, writing it.

 

 

stinks that it feels forced, but at least its good. :]

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