The echos of WAR stain my mind.
The innocents that will die.
The murderers that won't cry.
The souls that will never return.
The echos of WAR stain my mind.
The old saying comes to mind:
FOLLOW THE LEADER OR QUESTION WHY?

The echos of WAR stain my mind. The innocents that will die. The murderers that won't cry. The souls that will never return. The echos of WAR stain my mind. The old saying comes to mind: FOLLOW THE LEADER OR QUESTION WHY? |
Author's Comments
It took me a few short minutes to write this poem while presenting a project at school about war.
Usage Permissions: This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. |
Details
May 12, 2003
367 bytes 30.0 KB 250×250 StatisticsShare
Link
Thumb
|
Comments
Your 10 minute poem is very clear. Exactly my thoughts on the current political scene, where the glorious leader USA sets off in a (most of the time mad direction) and then the rest of the "free" world follow suit.
--
zemotion.net | Twitter | Blog | Facebook
Previous PageNext Page