Writing Soldiers

[RioLaskand]

Shots pepper the turned soil,
I can see, and yet I am blinded,
by the blood and sorrow
that stain the ground I tread,
all the lives ending in my mind
the mortars explode deafiningly loud
breaking my peace,
my weapon sings a song of death,
using lead as its voice
breaking flesh,
tearing lives from the people
like a selfish child,
feeding its hunger for blood,
and pain,
and sorrow,
the war ends,
but the scars remain of a child
that got its way

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