Warfare by Stuti Singhal
Warfare
Looking around,
The red sky sinking,
Through the dawn of the day,
Where clock changes its intention,
Friends to foe's
Life to collapsing bodies,
Pulling swords and shooting bullets,
Suffering through the winter
trenches,
They smile and still stay,
But then, rats, dead and bullets,
Pulling thousands to a face,
Of intense agony and a dying human
race,
Clothes are tatty and torn,
With hungry stomachs and weak bones,
Where little lads forced,
To battle harshly through the place,
Where some go to heaven,
Some wounded and in pain,
and some to their praying families,
all dusted with stains,
In the puffed smoke blinding eyes,
To all the soldiers that pass away,
Thank you I would say,
for this day I am sitting here,
would not be without this sacrifice and tear.
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