Men Poem by darkness reigns

Men

Rating: 3.5


Violets bloom
Roses drip a red scented fume
Poppy's fire into the night
As green face painted men shoot their blight,
And their enemy's try to fight back with all there might
Wolves cry for a feast tonight!
Dead whisper among themselves
Like toy soldiers they are stacked into a box
Then locked
And put in rows of twelve
Waiting to be claimed
Waiting to identified
Waiting to be buried
Along with there other green face painted men

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wanted to do something patriotic but had my twist to it I mean no offence to anyone if anyone has taken offence.
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