Awoke by the distant sounds of the drums of war
Want me to take the lives of people I never seen before
They tell me that they are the enemy so they must die
I am sure they are telling the other side the same lie
I find myself buried in a faraway muddy foxhole
Encircled by darkness as the cannons smoke blows
I write a blood soaked letter to send to no one at all
As bullets fly by me those around me start to fall
I know that I will soon die like so many have before
To be marked down simply as a casualty of war
- Author: The Depressed 1 ( Offline)
- Published: January 8th, 2022 02:34
- Category: Sad
- Views: 13
Comments2
It's nice to know you died gracefully for your Queen and country, and once a year we'll respect you. On another note. Depression is a symptom, and needs to be addressed. Hopefully things are on the up. Writing sure helps.
Thanks Rachel and Paul
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