Blood On The Battle Field

• Artist: Sin of the Night
• Description: a weird-ish poem i wrote one day
• Date: 12/25/2011
• Tags: blood battle field

Death and destruction,
From a war,
There is no recreation,
It shakes countries to the core.

The blood of the dying,
Is on the battle field,
And their mother's are crying,
For something to yield.

You can't save us from this,
No mother's or lover's or child's cries,
A war fought with emptiness,
As we got out under dead skies.

There's blood on the battle field,
And what are we fighting for?
The mother's tears will yield,
The hollow man's war.

It shakes countries to the core,
There is no recreation,
From a war,
Of death and destruction.

Comments

[siris06]

this is really good the only prob i had was the last four verses seem as if u might have been settled rather than found one u really liked. could be wrong. anyway its still 5 stars in my book

[Sin of the Night]

thank you smile

[xXxCrystalMethoddxXx]

I really like this poem, it has a great rythmic flow to it. The other thing I really like about this poem is that, you made a great point on an issue that has yet to be adressed. War is only hurting us ; Unfortunatly, we live among the eyes of the blind, and until they can see what war is doing to us, it will keep happening.