Senseless

April 29, 2009
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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.





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xXsmileXx This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 7, 2009 at 12:50 am
I like it. Good message. Keep writing!
 
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