You'll never know war
Until you've seen
The way the earth shatters
When the bombs expire
The wait for something for which is never there
A man's dying breath clutching for air
Days and nights
Turning pale to white
The loss of flesh, blood and bone
The yelling
'Mom just bring me home'
The smells of people that I once knew
As they rot in pieces beside me.
Their blood is splattered everywhere insight
Like a cloak, a cloak of death
One of which I cannot efface.
You'll never know war Until you've seen it
How the earth is quick to reclaim
What she created and,
How men
Men!
are swallowed by the ground
Ground which is stained crimson and black.
And somehow seems decorated by the corpses that once
Walked alongside me but,
My screams aren't heard
As I lie here shaking
The fear I know starts when waking.
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