Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 4
No flags
No uniforms
No boundaries
No war.
This I think
I must construed
can’t fight a
War if your in
the ****.
No flags
No boundaries
It’s just land
My therapist
Said if you
Want to hurt
Just sit on
your hands.
Identity is
Just in
A pile of names
Humans like playing
The hunger games.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
51
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems