The Thunder Of Guns
The thunder of guns
The screams of a horse
Fields full of blood
Now a matter of course.
Trees are all shattered
Bodies lie all around
Rats eating dead flesh
Bones cover the ground.
Dreams now of glory
Are thought of no more
Just raw bloody carnage
That’s the reality of war.
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Some dead lie in mud
Or barbed wire pinned
Their lives have been taken
Souls blown on the wind.
Geoffrey Heath Price
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 01/27/2021
Poet's note: This poem written on the 7. 11. 2020 is the second of five Remembrance poems and was written to remember the fallen of the Great War of 1914 - 1918. I have tried put into words the Horror, Carnage and Futility of it all
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