A blood soaked battlefield,
Where the dead all decay,
Where life has all ended,
Where there is no more fray.
A deal has been made,
After all the lives lost,
The hero’s, the villains,
And the children are the cost.
The cost for the win,
Where there was nothing to gain,
Where lives are destroyed,
And mothers anguish in pain.
A battle to no end,
But a slaughter in all,
“Send our best heroes to war,
And our nation won’t fall.”
But with all those dead,
And all the more dying,
What good did the war?
This war that was so trying.
“Are you willing to die for us,
As I am for you?”
Its called propaganda, bullshit,
Yet believed by those few.
Those sent to a war,
With nothing to gain,
Where they shall die,
We shall grieve in pain.
A contest entry
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Comments
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wow this is a powerful poem,
which i love so very much,
the rhyme scheme was perfect
and the overall poem was floorless,
best of luck in the contest,
love kitty xxx -
In a word: Truth.
This is how war really is, not the beautiful lie that we are painted. And when we realize it, it is probably already too late (meaning we are already a part of it all). A sad reality, and even sadder existence.
Anyway, a very strong and effective poem, made to stir the soul and keep the reader latched on (and wanting more). Awesome write, Neo.
Rayne
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Thanks for the comment... and for being the first one on AP to comment on one of my poems you win: A big pile of nothing.
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