PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Blood red,ashes white,earth


Blood red,ashes white,earth quivers,solders fall. For what? Can you speak? Tell me! Why do many fall at the hands of evil? Why do men fall to their knees, while the grim reaper stands above; instead of them dropping to their knees to rejoice for world peace? A soldier on his knee cries to the heavens",god I have not always been gentle; unfortunately, I have done my share in this hell, but if I shall pass,please, judge me for who I am not what I've become."
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

MErcedies_TWITCHell

I love poetry...

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.