The boots were marching
The tanks were rolling
The people were clinging
We looked away
But we did peek
We saw the gaping, wide open pain
We smelled the coppery tinge of warm blood in the cool air
We heard the crying of the terrified women and damaged children
We felt the cuts of the shattered glass
We tasted the salty tears
The agony radiated over the ocean and to our back door
So
We posted our blue and yellow flags
And then feasted on fire-roasted meats and delicate sweets
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Author:
LMTobin (
Offline) - Published: March 30th, 2022 08:30
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this as my outlet for what I am seeing these days. I am not sure on the title. \r\nThis is my first publish attempt. I welcome any criticism.
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Comments2
Truly a horrible time we're currently living in. Your poem and excellent imagery really ties it all in. It makes it feel raw and reveals the sad reality. Great job!
Thank you so much!
Not much criticism or debate from me (surprisingly).
Nice use of irony.
I hope you hang on at MPS and provide more.
Thank you for your encouragement!
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