Let
the poets tell the story,
with their tales of war
and the
plight of man,
of
death and blood so gory.
Leave
the writers fill their pens,
how
life and times were
then
Sharpened
blades and
loaded
guns
fallen
dads and broken sons.
Let
the poets turn the page
reflecting
humans in
their rage,
choosing
sides as best they can
leaving
death, the
fate of Man.
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1 comment:
Very Well Put!
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