True cost of War

by | Apr 9, 2011 | Poetry | 0 comments

The bodies on the battlefield
an erie smell of death
a cry of loss and hopelessness
of the carnage strewn around
a barbaric symbol of endless war
a loss that never ends
behind each broken body
a family cry and mourn
a precious loss of someone special
a grief that is forlorn
the tides may turn
and sands may shift
the endless wars go on
and in the end when suffering stops
whats left for man to say
we’ve achieved our goal
destroyed thousands of lives
For What !!!


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