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The stench of the battle field

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  • 29-07-2005 5:45pm
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    ANarcho-Munk
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    1942, a time when day turnd in to night
    When life turned to death
    When all went blind

    Corpses line the fields
    With legs severed and heads laying limp
    Lying in a pool of their own blood

    A bullet, a life
    differences turn to strife
    strife turns to death

    Each side fight for what's right
    But they make it seem oh so wrong
    Political powers use the weak for their own political might

    Manipulation is the name of their game
    To exploit the weak for their own gain
    And it's them who will be lavished with fame

    The sight of war should never be seen
    Not ever again,


    meh, not a great poem, just something I came up with off the top of my head right now. Nothing special, I just felt like writing something.
    I'll probably edit it tomorrow because some of it is out of place.
    Anyway give me all your criticism i guess


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    Le Rack
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    its a good poem but the rhyme is a bit forced


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    ANarcho-Munk
    Closed Accounts Posts: 2,397 ✭✭✭ANarcho-Munk


    Yeah, the fifth verse is a bit meh, I'll have to change it. I originally had it as a free flowing poem but it ended up with a structure to it :)


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