There was no time
To think of home
Just destroy
Flesh skin and bone
Man to man
In a corridor of pain
Bayonet shovel
Mans war insane.
Room to room
Strangers fight to death
So close to feel
The dying breath
In others times
To share a drink
Laugh and joke
And reminisce.
Survival
Cruelty breeds
Without a heart
Upon its knees
No commandments
No rigid rules
Legalized murder
Room to room.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: War
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Comments1
The darkness of war and in the end its insanity where little is accomplished at terrible expense. Well written
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