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The Revolutionist
Poems
Apr 2016
Mustard Gas
His eyes were a blazing yellow
choking and coughing up blood
his flesh developed sores
and the screams echoed throughout the night
We put him out of his misery
a bullet to the brain
and a star shaped hole in his head
We ripped and teared into our flesh
we couldn't breath, the mucus became thick
and the colors were yellow and red
signs of pus and blood
The masks were suffocating us
and we couldn't see...
a yellow fog hung over our heads
no smell, no taste, just air....
#truth
#war
#pain
#sadness
#death
#bitter
#******
#misery
#brutality
#soldiers
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