A Retired Us Soldier To His Son Going To War Poem by Istabraq Al Ahmadi

A Retired Us Soldier To His Son Going To War



By the sweet smell of the black flare
Of death flying in the hot air,
With tails trailing madly behind,
Soon, you will know that war is kind.

So, let them not twist your mind
With resonant words or exact rhymes,
For they have nothing their country to pay
Except lies about 'the war crimes, '
And that's all what they bother to say.

Thursday, March 29, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: deception,war
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Istabraq Al Ahmadi

Istabraq Al Ahmadi

Iraq/ Al Anbar/ Ramadi
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