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Victorious
Where was the silence,
when war began?
When lives were taken in soldiers hands?
The battle field, a no mans land,
the guns lay in the soldiers hands.
Who is the enemy,
when lives are at risk?
If I had one question,
I'd ask you this.
Where is silence when war begins?
Where is the silence
when war is at end?
The hunters fell prey
to their command
and did what they
were told to do.
Cry, they did not
cry for their wounds.
They were brave and wore
mud for coats and hats.
They stood silent
as they watched their wrath.
They slept in fields
with blood and grass.
The guns continued
to speak their wrath.
Where is silence when war begins?
When soldiers took weapons
in their own hands.
When all the lives were and end,
ther was no true victory
except for the country they defend.
its good war poem..but in a critical way of negation... well done..enjoyed it...hey... you were born poetess I think... like the way you do poems...