Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
War
I can hear bullets shooting,
The enemy screaming in pain,
Tanks crawling.
I can hear intense yelling.
I can hear war.
I can see death yells,
Tanks shoot,
Bombs exploding.
I can see planes.
I can see war.
I can smell yucky air,
Blood,
Beef stew.
I can smell rotten bodies
I can smell war.
I can touch used mess tin,
sticky mud,
cold icy rain
I can touch muddy dried clothes
I can touch war.
I can taste bully beef stew,
wet mud,
salt water
I can taste blood.
I can taste war.
I can hear bullets shooting,
The enemy screaming in pain,
Tanks crawling.
I can hear intense yelling.
I can hear war.
I can see death yells,
Tanks shoot,
Bombs exploding.
I can see planes.
I can see war.
I can smell yucky air,
Blood,
Beef stew.
I can smell rotten bodies
I can smell war.
I can touch used mess tin,
sticky mud,
cold icy rain
I can touch muddy dried clothes
I can touch war.
I can taste bully beef stew,
wet mud,
salt water
I can taste blood.
I can taste war.
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