War …by Jessie 6/05
I peered quite deep and far beyond, where any man should look
Into the eyes of tragedy, where fury can be took
What I saw, I can’t explain, there are no words to say
Suffice to say that what I saw, scared me on that day
Men as far as the eye can see, lay empty on the ground
Others running fast and hard, explosions all around
Mechanical devices, found burring in the fire, trying hard to stay alive the soldiers first desire
The smell so bad it chokes the throat, from chemicals and death
Heat so hot, it sears the lungs with every choking breath
Fear, in every eye, tells of what’s to come
Nights of panic for many, death will come to some
Cries poured out into the sky from those that have been hurt
While soldiers blood on each side, fill pools in the dirt
Pictures of their families, crumpled in a pocket near their chest
Memories of what they’ve lost, at their final rest
Some men break, the strains too much, from all that they have seen
Not retreating on the battlefield, only in the brain
Yes, I’ve peered quite deep and far beyond, where any man should look
Into the eyes of tragedy, where fury can be took
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
War …by Jessie 6/05
I peered quite deep and far beyond, where any man should look
Into the eyes of tragedy, where fury can be took
What I saw, I can’t explain, there are no words to say
Suffice to say that what I saw, scared me on that day
Men as far as the eye can see, lay empty on the ground
Others running fast and hard, explosions all around
Mechanical devices, found burring in the fire, trying hard to stay alive the soldiers first desire
The smell so bad it chokes the throat, from chemicals and death
Heat so hot, it sears the lungs with every choking breath
Fear, in every eye, tells of what’s to come
Nights of panic for many, death will come to some
Cries poured out into the sky from those that have been hurt
While soldiers blood on each side, fill pools in the dirt
Pictures of their families, crumpled in a pocket near their chest
Memories of what they’ve lost, at their final rest
Some men break, the strains too much, from all that they have seen
Not retreating on the battlefield, only in the brain
Yes, I’ve peered quite deep and far beyond, where any man should look
Into the eyes of tragedy, where fury can be took
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