Colin
03-02-2009, 03:23 PM
World at War Poem
The fear in the eyes,
As times are fought hard.
Nothing will replenish them,
the hurt remain scared.
The invasion had subsided,
the counterattack had began.
Most tensions are masked,
the "can't" becomes a "can".
Establishment was forced,
formal relationships tossed aside.
The segregation of the best,
most impoverished had already died.
Final hope was sounded out,
both sides pushed harder than ever.
Rebellion exterminated communist rule,
question to repel: the answer was never.
Just a little poem that I tried to tie in with my World War III story that is currently under construction. Tell me what you think.
The fear in the eyes,
As times are fought hard.
Nothing will replenish them,
the hurt remain scared.
The invasion had subsided,
the counterattack had began.
Most tensions are masked,
the "can't" becomes a "can".
Establishment was forced,
formal relationships tossed aside.
The segregation of the best,
most impoverished had already died.
Final hope was sounded out,
both sides pushed harder than ever.
Rebellion exterminated communist rule,
question to repel: the answer was never.
Just a little poem that I tried to tie in with my World War III story that is currently under construction. Tell me what you think.