War ridden
As brothers we fightTill the bitter end
Watching our backs
For foes and for friends
Bullets will fly
people will die
friends will be lost
all with no cost
The war will be over
And we will go home
Battle scar ridden
And partly atoned.
Poetry by Mark Reynolds
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Written on 2005-10-25 at 16:50
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