No need for orders
I sat with the dead
My silent companions
Each ravaged with lead
Blank eyes sat back
Skulls torn apart
Looking beyond
The missing body parts.
The battle was won
Is what they will say
In dispatches sent
Ahead of the day
But the corpses become
As night gently falls
Pale silent mannequins
Alone in their worlds.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: War
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Comments2
A graphic and powerful statement in this poem that speaks to the horrors of war and what little is accomplished by it. Very well written
many thanks, appreciated
BRAVO
very kind, thanks
You're welcome
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