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"THE SCENES OF WAR" (a poem) This looks like a revelation....




I saw the scenes of war
Hunger stretched to man's core
Caused by sins unseen
But the effects gross, clear and seen

I saw bare feet run to a bunker
Chased by brutes to conquer
I saw kids of flat chests
Ribs glaring like crests
I saw mothers whose back babies cling
Seeking dry chests milk to bring

Sixteen hands struggling in one plate
You see they dwell in such lowly state
"Repent and look up to the cross"
How funny, when hunger with their lives toss

Boom! Boom! Comes the menacing sound of war
And swift movements I saw
A festival of corpse
Smokes upward in circle loops

The smell of war like shit's well
Bare Stomachs on the ground swell
I saw myself crying
Looking at the hearts dying

To this realm I forced back
The dream was scary and blank
My tears wetted my pillow and other parts
O Jesus! Let war be far removed from our paths
For if this dream comes to pass
Then to doom we are led by the compass


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