Posted on Nov 11, 2018


Devastation picture by unknown

Devastation picture by unknown

My comrades
Where art though?
On mud mixed with gore
I wonder what I fight for?

What is freedom but a word
Our voices but go unheard
My friends cut down in silent screams
Nothing is ever what it seems

Blame one another if you will
Of death and hate I’ve had my fill
You have no idea what I’ve seen
How can you if you can’t believe

Where are the politicians who made war
Where are they but behind closed doors
It’s here they should be, amongst the dead and dying
Hearing death and children crying

Blood will forever be on their hands…

Posted in: History, Poetry