Theater Of War Poem by Gerard Woods
Theater Of War
Rating: ★3.5
In a theatre of war
on a cold, cold day.
A bullit rang out,
and someone started to pray,
For there in the gutter,
A soldier lay
dying from a bulitt wound
maybe it was a stray.
He was a mothers son,
A fathers pride,
But now just a loving memory,
Now he's died.
Friday, July 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: dying
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