Prisinor of War

I drag my broken body, across the battle field,
.....the ice cold rifel in my hands is the only thing i feel
Thundre in the distance, is the only sound,
.....and the mountains of still bodys are the only things around
Their blood soaks the rock, turning it all red,
.....reminding us of the ones that now remain here dead
This war as taken lives of our fathers and our sons,
.....is this the price we have to pay if we want to be #1

Poem by Teddy Bear 204

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