War

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Man Down

Man Down

Bloodthirst on a bloodbath ground
It floods me with a
Mental sound though
Enemies in a...

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The GI

The GI

Feeling
the butt end
of a rifle
is not pleasant

Seeing the pictures
of...

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A crying soldier...

A crying soldier...

Muddy water runs between our boots
The tears run through my heart
Mam, say everything will be...

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DRONES

DRONES

Drones
Bobo, why do they hate me so
I'm laying here covered in blood
I'm only small I...

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I will March through the...

I will March through the field with boots full of lace...

Running through a battled poppy field
Feeling the brushing of honor
Blood spilt dad told me...

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War Thought

War Thought

War is tragedy, which at all costs is to be avoided.
It reverts mankind to less civilized baser...

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Sick of children dying for...

Children dying in chemical gas attacks
how much humanity must these people lack,
to commit...

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The bitterest pill

It was the bitterest pill I have ever tasted
when i realised there was so much hatred,
for...

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Warcraft

Warcraft

We will remember them.
Tribute to all those lost to war.
.
Many guns thunder, and all...

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City Lights

City Lights

Passing by dark planes, nothing seems to be at all sane and the sky continues to lose its flame.
I...

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To My Unborn

To My Unborn

Here I lay, in my final hours on this bed
3 gunshot wounds and a hit to the head
Fought for...

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THREE BROTHERS

THREE BROTHERS

This is a tale of brothers three

Benny, Lenny and the youngest me

From the North...

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War

War, war, war.
The thing that makes families poor.
It kills people's sons, husbands and...

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The pain of war

The pain of war

A gunshot is heard through the pause in battle
for a man cries out loudly, then silence once more...

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In the Name of war:

In the Name of war:

In the Name of war:
The nutriment of war,
an art of a negilgency,
guarding abused...

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Peter

Peter Magrew was just 17 years old
when he was sent to the trenches damp and cold
a child...

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Family Man

I was bleedin I was broken, a half dead token, of what life used to be before it was spoken. But spoken it...