Short and Bitter

Rebellious Poems

Roses are dead

violets are gone

welcome to war

evrething's wrong


no lives left

to repair whats done

and this is what is that lies above


and those bellow

who cry in pain

may your suffering not be in vain


for you are the ones

who work all night

to protect those

whose inocence is pure

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(This poem is not perfect)

The poem is a short mockery of the truths of war and is meant to provide my feelings on war and the impact it has on people.

I hope you enjoy!

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