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an army's footprints

broken stalks on trampled ground
with shattered fences to surround
fields once green with summers promise
covered now with winters snow

shells of houses charred and deserted
broken husks that evil exerted
where children should have run and played
innocence is turned to dust

foul wind whistles down
streets abandoned by the crown
not by choice or desire
but choices made in times dire

                                    -Sean M-

                       

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  • wellsey69
    August 24

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    I think I shed a tear

    I don't actually mean this in any cheesy, ridiculous cliche way but this poem actually stirs emotions in me, I am very anti war so much that it hurts. I love this poem thank you for gracing human life with it.