war poem

A dancing bird full of hope.

Ashes of the dead.

Soilders with enourmous guns are marching ants.

Guns glareing into my soul like devils.

Smell the red,rosy poppies growing into on the battlefeild.

Gas as deadly as cancer that chokes you then you enter the abyss.

Blood that could kill mutant rats.

Cigars stronger then smoke.

My heart full of love for my freinds and famaily.

Hate surgers within me.

Hopeless that i would die.

I feel like a useless bait.

The wind whistels into my ear like a choir.

The wind howles for power.

Faithless like a dead man.

sacrifice like my dead farther.

]byan cat