war zone

A poem about life in a war zone area. Influenced by a film I recently saw depicting war.

war zone

 

car bombs blasting

arm rockets flare

bullets scatter all about

blood splatters everywhere

 

this war zone is your home

no matter where you try to roam

 

but don't worry

you aren't alone

many more bruised and worn feet

have trampled down the dusty

streets of this brutal cold zone

 

they moan and drone with

constant fear that they

might see you too

 

Reviews

[Branches]

Nice job Marie, you bring the war to life with your descriptive words.

[Coyote Poetry]

There i truth in your words. War upon more war leave many ghost and witnesses to the terror of war. I was in Africa on food and water missions. The eyes of children were of old people. Babies have seen nightmares and death. Made me thankful to be raised in the USA. I hope we change the USA purpose from war to saving the life of many. Can break down walls of hate with kindness and food/medical help. Your poem is outstanding. You made me think.
Coyote