April 29, 2009
By Joe Ciardelli BRONZE, Edina, Minnesota
Joe Ciardelli BRONZE, Edina, Minnesota
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Troops marching into battle.
Praying for their lives,
to see their families once more.

Families pray once more,
to see their sons and grandsons,
one last time.

Marching, Marching.

The stiffness in the air
so much you couldn't bear,
just to be near
would surely produce a tear

and silence...
a quiet whistle.
The first shell falls.

The men look up,
give one last cry of remorse.

They whisper "I love you"
to all of the people they will never see again.
All is forgotten.
Brilliant light erupts in the cold dawn air.

The author's comments:
This was inspired by all of the innocent men and women who are killed in the world. Some people kill out of fear, some out of greed, and some because of hatred. I just hope that this poem helps people realize none of those things can be justified. It's all for nothing, because in the end everyone is worse off.

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on May. 7 2009 at 12:50 am
xXsmileXx PLATINUM, St. Louis, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"Your dreams only become intangible when you stop reaching" ~me ;)

I like it. Good message. Keep writing!


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