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Alamort

Across copper muddy fieldsĀ 
Stained with the facesĀ 
Of people that were killed in battleĀ 
The images of fear burn behindĀ 
the eyes of those who are still aliveĀ 
As they march forward
They are pieces on the government's chessboard
Holding guns, covered in dirt,
What is this for?Ā 
Both sides killing each other
Because of orders given by weak leadersĀ 
ExhaustedĀ 
Are these young men walking
Hiding and running from the bombs
As it rains, as it snows,
There is no hopeĀ 
When the red fires continue to rageĀ 
And those in charge continue to play gamesĀ 
These young men are dead insideĀ 
Because the hope, the determination, and the passionĀ 
that they once possessed has died with their friendsĀ 
They thought it would only take six monthsĀ 
Now it has turned into years with no answers
Whilst the two who started it
Continue to flex their ego'sĀ 
This is not a warĀ 
But a petulant contestĀ 
Of bravado.Ā 

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Marion

Every word the utter truth K.G. and all for the briefest of victory's...šŸ˜‘

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K.G. Munro

Thank you Marion :) like I hope the people seeing will also understand this.Ā 

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The fish of the sea

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.

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