The Great War

                     The Great War

 

These lands are stained crimson,

The times are troubled with war,

Brothers are killing brothers because of politics,

And lies sticky like web, capturing the people,

This land has so many scars because this war,

Can this land heal?

So many lives rely on steel

What are they fighting for?

These politicians' words pierce the hope,

And the people's shields are broken by the losses,

Yet they fight though it's hanging our land on a thin rope,

And rendering the swords un-sharp for the masses,

Why won't it end?

Lines of soldiers to defend,

But how can we sleep?

Knowing we're sending sheep to the slaughter,

Yet politicians lie

Their broken promises sting

Like arrows from archers

It's killing this land, and her people

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Dracula,

Devestatingly real

Always,

Matthew
A.

[David the writer]

Bonjourno, Matthew

Thank you

Never ending, never fading

Dracula

[Matthew Kult]

Welcome