Head first into history
Like a 9mm at close range.
I storm the beach
Disturbing their wind
Crashing, smashing, thrashing
Waves of revolution.
Head first into history
Like a battering ram.
I flood the castle
Disrupting their ambiance
Bashing, gnashing, lashing
Walls of destruction.
Head first into history
Like a catapult.
I topple the tower
Destroying their peace
Trashing, slashing, clashing
With the champions.
- Author: Noah ( Offline)
- Published: February 8th, 2018 00:16
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 30
Comments2
I am passionate about everything WWII. This had me with the soldiers storming Normandy and the beaches in the Pacific. It had my imagination going full tilt. It must be what soldiers have to put in their heads before a battle to do the things they have to do......
Well written and expressed
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