Alamort

Across copper muddy fields
Stained with the faces
Of people that were killed in battle
The images of fear burn behind
the eyes of those who are still alive
As they march forward
They are pieces on the government's chessboard
Holding guns, covered in dirt,
What is this for?
Both sides killing each other
Because of orders given by weak leaders
Exhausted
Are these young men walking
Hiding and running from the bombs
As it rains, as it snows,
There is no hope
When the red fires continue to rage
And those in charge continue to play games
These young men are dead inside
Because the hope, the determination, and the passion
that they once possessed has died with their friends
They thought it would only take six months
Now it has turned into years with no answers
Whilst the two who started it
Continue to flex their ego's
This is not a war
But a petulant contest
Of bravado.
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Every word the utter truth K.G. and all for the briefest of victory's...š
Thank you Marion :) like I hope the people seeing will also understand this.
Worth a follow? I think so. There's something of pure quality in this poem which I find quite impressive. No I can't say I have read anything like this before. An eye opening read. I enjoyed a lot.