In the battlefield

 

In a battlefield

Surrounded by enemies

Soldiers guard on both sides

 

In exchange of their anger

They fire bullets and bombs

Releasing flames into the air

 

Swords and shield

Come clashing at the center

Arrows of bitterness fly high above

 

Blood spill and thousands injured

As warriors come running

Yelling and shouting

 

Commanders give orders

As their soldiers march on

I sit and watch with eyes wide open

 

Brave men drop dead

While champions fight on

In a red pool of victory

 

Bones crack

Limbs ripped apart

One by one

 

The cry of warrior’s rise

And vanish into the air

Into a world of lost souls

 

Those who fought before

For their country, tribe and home

Awake in delight

 

My head bowed low

Tears trickle down

As the thought of loss hit

 

Wives await their husbands

Children watch the smoggy distance

For their fathers to appear

 

Mothers yearn for the laughter of their sons

And pray for their heroines

Far, far away

 

All pillars swept away

Yet still in the battlefield

Rifles rise up in celebration

 

Swords clatter

And champions chant songs of victory

As they stand

 

All for the power and glory

The very seed of hate

Buried in the battlefield

Categories Poetry

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