Time-like and the decaying bodies piled high cease to amuse the vultures now
Single shots give the rebels confidence
They attack in force
Heavy machine gun fire from the west toss bodies into the air like rag dolls
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Vultures tearing at eyes of the dead and dying
Bullets to precious for mercy
The night brings natures other cleaners
Muffled scream heightens the reactions as night vision survey death in technicolour
The ponderous wait continues
Stroking metal like some sex provoking act
Followed only by counting lives little savers, bullets of love
The vultures dance impatiently
The stroking intensifies
Hairs stand erect as movement waves majestically towards its final objective
A sudden calm unfolds
Nature watches in awe as love is unleashed in her garden for the final time
The call to bayonets now takes man down to his lowest form of savagery
Eyes now meet, screaming death the ferocious last act of men past the point of madness
Blood flows as metal slices through skin and bone, swaying death the final frenzy as screams die the day's end
Men cry as they survey the last atrocity of human barbarity
Battle ended, vultures marvelled, feasting on the final meal
Battle-hardened men massacre memories, leaving Celebrations a distant Country as blood-red hands refuse to wash
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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Visceral, Paul - Where did that come from?
Reading big comics. lol
Come on... try just a little bit harder.....
The horrors of war, a savage act by a savage race. Nicely depicted in all its graphic detail. The revulsion of it should turn people to peace but it never has. Well written
Man will never find peace with himself.
I'm afraid not Paul war is printed in our DNA
This is war in its most savage truth. The vultures circling, the screams swallowed, bullets stroked like lovers…you drag the reader into brutality without mercy. Unflinching, visceral, unforgettable. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Well done!
Not a lot has changed in the world.
No...not at all.
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