Soldiers Poem by Cyclopseven R

Soldiers



pain
blood
nostalgic
tragedies
dead bodies
explosion
ripped organs
history made
freedom nay

but a soldier’s life? ? ?

only worth the tip of a match stick
in the name of defense;
in the aspiration for freedom
no one is left free
burning fear accompanies them….the soldiers.


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