ENEMIES AT THE DOOR
It's time for reflection,For the end must be near.
In the distance the cannons are firing,
Our throats are burning in fear.
Today is the day our duty is done.
Our enemies will look down,
The barrels of our guns.
Our bayonets are ready,
Let the bloodbath begin.
Death is inevitable,
In war nobody wins.
So we load up our muskets,
As the arrows take flight.
Will it be us or them,
On this warm summer's night.
One things for sure,
There can be no winners.
When both sides,
Are stuck on war.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-04-24 at 13:17
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