Red roses spring from red blood shed
And family learns to weep
Pitter patter goes the tear drop rain
At least now, their loved ones sleep
Tortured dreams of twisted faces
Of friends in far too deep
Pitter patter goes the bullet rain
Cut down, the cherished sleep
War is waged, but seldom won
Armies don't play for keeps
Pitter patter goes the shrapnel rain
For now, the gun-dragon sleeps
Brave young noble joins the fray
To make that giant leap
Pitter patter goes the pen-ink rain
Tonight, a Soldier sleeps














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Very well spoken. I like the pitter patter thing as if in a child's play refrain ... As if all was due to come, fatally, from the beginning to the end. Or from the end of the beginning.
As if everything, as tough as it is, made sense.
That's how I feel it anyway
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I'm glad you saw some beauty in it though
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This was supposed to be an almost angry poem.. but eh, sad works too
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Very nice, I escpecially like ther "pitter-patter" thing.
Great job.
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Thanks bud
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P.S. : just kidding, eh
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