An open road
Frost at dawn
Soldiers ghosts
Brave the storm
Each step taken
Leads nowhere
An endless road
An endless stare.
Forward to
The battles roar
Muskets crack
Cannonballs soar
A witness none
To graphic scene
An endless road
To nowhere leads.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments3
Wo alle straßen enden ...
had to check on meaning , I think it applies to all wars, thanks for comment
I sense a asking what are wars for as generally no one is better off after one, nicely expressed and written
very kind , thanking you, the futility of war is profound
You are very welcome
The pointlessness of war and all the consequences it brings. A cold read. This may be taken as a metaphor and an internal war within oneself.
So true, futility
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