Crows pecking at the eyes of the corpses
The smell of rotten flesh has not yet taught us,
The price that those victims pay to be victorious,
After listening to all the words of their masters
Here they lay now as a battlefield witness,
That to their masters their lives are cheap and their actions fruitless,
When will we learn and decide to do our duty
And waste our lives and just throw it away.
You make a valid point. I liked this poem.
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Thank you very much my friend 🙏 Faux
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Indeed!
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Thanks very much my friend for reading and appreciating 🙏 Faux
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