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Inch by Inch, mile by mile,
all around me friend's drop.
When its over we burn a pile
bodies like a farmer's crop.
Oppressors all around
guns aimed at friends.
Digging into frozen ground
we will all meet our ends.
Once in power now I run
blocked from both sides
Forced to drop my gun
now the a shift in tides.
Crossing the BIG ocean
letting out a call for blood.
none has any emotion
storming jap's in a flood.
Sitting in my first class,
suddenly a blinding flash.
shortly after shards of glass
Dieing from a burning slash.
More death than ever
now we all say never
- by xx Koloblicin xx |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/12/2008 |
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- Title: 1945
- Artist: xx Koloblicin xx
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Description:
The idea for this poem literally just popped into my head and this poem is completely unedited. Its about the end of WWII and things such as the Atomic Bomb.
I have a Bias toward rhyming poems - Date: 10/12/2008
- Tags: world wars death life
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