WW2
Soldiers look
and peer
and spy around the towns
boots in their rhythm
marching around
watching and waiting for
the time.
The time to act
to move
to conquer
Now they don't spy
or peer around the comers,
their boots in rhythm
infest the peace
and take us with them.
Love
and fear and hatred
and hope
is all that is left
clutching to weak memories
the same song
a different melody
I liked your poem and how I could kin of tell what it was about but it wasn't obvious.
ReplyDeleteNice description! I love your voice of words!
ReplyDeleteI like the last stanza the best. Nice job!
ReplyDeleteI liked the flow of it and the last stanza the best too! Nice job!
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