Title: Black flower
by Ninja-girl | in writing, poetry, war
The men they march, One by Two.
Hankering for their war to start.
If only they could see, The coming war, Then they shall flee.
Not from where they are earthly bound.
But from an outer world they shall come.
In fleets and drones, flying low, as to see there next home.
And when the men catch on, they shall be dead and gone.
As never to see their setting sun.
And never to walk the world they once had known.
The new world is whole, safe, and dull.
They took our body's as to see, what kind of world we took to be.
But never would it be, quite the world we used to see.
Without the hate, Would there be love?
Without the pain, Would there be peace?
Without the calm before the storm, Would we know such life?
You can take our world.
You may have our soul's.
But you shall never know the life we once had led.
I've just joined, My friend (jetguy) Pointed this place out to me, So here's the first poem I'm putting up. Enjoy!
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