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A war storyA scream in the night,More Like This
a soldier lost the fight.
When color fades to grey,
lives are lost in the fray.
A distant roar,
watch out; hit the floor!
Mortar shells flying through the air,
destroying and laying the land bare.
Tanks charging with sound of thunder,
Any opposition torn asunder.
War: fast depopulation,
fighting for riches not the nation.
The peoples view distorted,
all reason aborted.
when war descends upond the land,
there is nothing glorious or grand!
A mentality that causes death and destruction,
Fuck that! What about peace, love and construction?
Rhyming in PoemsWhy do you all want to rhymeMore Like This
all the time?
You don't need to do it,
that's perfectly fine.
You think it's so cool
And it leaves poems gleaming,
But it desecrates flow
And can ruin the meaning.
It's so bad to rhythm,
It's like a bad day
You wonder why you're not
Sleeping it away.
You think it's the root
Of your writing's salvation,
But we all will hate you,
All parts of the nation.
You think it sounds nice
But you don't even know
How ruined the sound is
How badly it 'goes'.
So the irony's over,
Your poems can mend,
I'll stop myself here,
Before you meet
Where the poppy growsA single poppy in the trench,More Like This
comforting Flemish soldiers receiving orders in french.
Young men and boys told to fight,
join the army, that's whats right.
Stand firm and hold the line,
behold war: a civilization in decline.
Mass murder in Flanders fields,
substantially increasing the poppy yields.
Two sides taking turns,
inflicting wounds, terror and burns.
As more and more become cannon fodder,
nobody cares about the other.
In Flanders fields where the poppy's grow,
millions of dead lie in the soil below.