War Poem by Evelynne Wren

War



Corpses of long missed fathers, sons.
The grass and flowers permanatly stanied with blood and smell of what happened.
Tears of mouring mothers and sisters
for the loved ones lost.
For conflicts, ignorance, and religon?

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Evelynne Wren

Evelynne Wren

Washington state
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