The Thunder Of Guns

poem by: Geoffrey Heath Price
Written on Dec 14, 2020

The thunder of guns
The screams of a horse
Fields full of blood
Now a matter of course.
Trees are all shattered
Bodies lie all around
Rats eating dead flesh
Bones cover the ground.
The dreams now of glory
Are thought of no more
Just raw bloody carnage
That's the reality of war.
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Some dead lie in mud
Some barbed wire pinned
Their lives all taken
Souls blown on the wind..

Geoffrey Heath Price.  7. 11. 2020

 

Tags: Sad, Dark,

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Frank Hornby . commented on Dec 14, 2020 at 7:42pm
This poem really does "paint a picture" in my mind........the horrors of war......(a poignant poem)....well written...👍🏻

 

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