Clouds of smoke that bite your eyes,
Screaming noises embrace the skies.
Tainted air that chokes your lungs,
Roaring bullets that hit like razor tongues.
Death and despair all around,
Loyal men fall to the ground.
Though, some of them get to come home,
We stand in a moment of silence for the unfortunate of those.
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Author:
A. F. Naturality (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 7th, 2018 08:33
- Category: Reflection
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