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The War


 

They’ve been on the war front all day

The gunfire wasn’t ceasing

Writing her feelings in a worn journal that’s creasing

The enemy is relentless, finding it pleasing

The war has taken a toll on her

She’s seen some things

The hope is little for new beginnings

The enemy is drawing near, but in this war nobody is winning

She is alone as her fellow soldiers leave her

She speaks what she feels but nobody believes her

There are no allies and she is far outnumbered

But what’s about to happen will cause the enemy to be humbled

That night, resting at her camp,

They bombarded her and she was shattered

They broke her while they taunted and chattered

Laughing at her

They thought they were bigger and badder

They won the war laughing, but were finally silenced after

She put a bullet through her head like her life didn’t matter

They won the war, but like I said no one is winning

The smiles all faded and no one was grinning

 
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Alhassan Monday
well arranged rhymes.

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