Ready, Steady, Aim and Fire,
Shells of bullets, bodies pile higher.
Trickling tears, mixed with mint,
Shed for the blood of the innocent.
Stink and sweat from all the guys,
Five cups of dirt, and spying eyes.
Fellow Soldiers, some are kin,
Spice it with the dreams of men.
Destruction with man power and fire,
In hopes to make it one step higher.
Ready, Steady, Aim and Fire,
Shells of bullets, bodies pile higher.
Author notes
I wrote this in my Dual Credit English class after reading MacBeth. It was an actual college class assignment that I liked so I decided to post it.
Please tell me what you think
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this is a good poem.i like it like it even before i saw it.macbeth good story.but i like your poem better.it is enlaced with emotion and great word usage.it flows like a smooth river and greatly got my interest.keep up the good work.
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Damn...
wow.. you are right, a weird recipe. I like it alot. It has good rhyme and good flow. It has alot of feelings behind it too. Its almost like I can't breathe when I read it. whats on your mind to make you write such a dark poem?? Its a really good poem. You should write morea and call me sometime!
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hehe awsome!!
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Hey this is really good, I love the rythem and the the flow!!
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