Opposite I the field,
the enemy points and aims,
a line of amo soars,
and ends a family name.
Opposite me a man,
just 20 years of age,
blessed with the gift of life,
I fire out of rage.
the enemy reloads,
I hear a fiery blast,
my friend is shot and killed,
anger to hot to last.
I load my gun and say,
this fools about to pay,
i pull the trigger and pray,
god take his life away,
but god is busy now,
across the graveyard lay,
a dieing soldier man,
praying god take my life away.
I fire one last shot,
the enemy does the same,
the lord answers both our prayers,
and ends this fiery game.
By: Trevor S.
What do you think on my philosophical poem on war.?
coool
awesome
i will mail u my poems
What do you think on my philosophical poem on war.?
wow! ITS REALLY AWESOME!
THE WAY U EXPRESS THE FEELINGS OF ONE SOLDIER IS FANTASTIC!
ITS VERY BEAUTIFUL POEM.
CONTINIOUE WRITTING SUCH POEMS.
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