Poem - 14 January 2019, 13:47

Bloodshed

The art of war
scorn worn sound the horns
ravage and pillage burn down the village
Bloody and muddy murder with buddies
for the peace for the King for God and his means
turmoil for your oil the spoils of war boils
Just doing my job got to feed my family protect the nation
society forms the congregation

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Poetry Genre:

Drama

Topic:

Misery

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ℙ𝕆𝔼𝕋𝔼𝕊𝕊𝔻𝔸ℝ𝕂𝕃𝕐14 January 2019, 14:02

Totally rad write. enjoyed the read

Johnathan Kavanaugh14 January 2019, 15:20

I did it all for you ! Lol glad you like

ℙ𝕆𝔼𝕋𝔼𝕊𝕊𝔻𝔸ℝ𝕂𝕃𝕐14 January 2019, 15:22

Don’t tease a fan... you might break my heart.... lol

Johnathan Kavanaugh14 January 2019, 15:25

that's the last thing id ever want to do

Tara Grove14 January 2019, 20:02

Great write!!

Richard Waters17 September 2019, 15:41

" BLOODY VIOLENCE, CREATES AN AWFUL MESS, " you know. AND, I hate cleaning. Don't you ? :) :)
Every one to their own, I suppose. If, you have a mind to do, it, through personal necessity.....you, must prepare for consequences. :) :)
Have you got the right " products ", to do an effective job ? !!! :) " TRUE ROMANCE ", does not really cover, it !!
TAKE CARE, " friend " !!! :)