Its 6:44 on the night of the arrival,
The men marched in hunched and suicidal.
They decided the best way to go was to do this,
Bombs and hot shells came in like a tidal..
Wave, from the streets the devils destructive kiss.
All mixed in with a twist of karma hate and bile.
Helmets flew off heads to hit sand,
Bodies soon following, another innocent soul,
Blood moistened the soil of dead dried land.
Vessels pop with screams that hold no purpose or goal.
Life dripping from mouths, the howls of the damned,
Death motivates men to die where they stand.
The war didn't stop when these men died,
The answer was already being screamed ,
The answer was simple, the government had simply lied.
The whole goal wasn't really what it seemed.
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Such a vivid story !! You have been able to take things that are experienced by men and women at show the heart ache perfectly-"Life dripping from mouths, the howls of the damned,Death motivates men to die where they stand." There is so much anguish in these lines .. It makes you feel what they are feeling. Thank you for painting another picture, you are a wonderful story teller hun.
ReplyDeleteI feel you on this one. I feel strongly the same. I think teh way you deliver the message. Just enough visual...but not over done. great one
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