51 White Stars – Is There An End

Fifty one white stars rise into the sky

Soldiers trail the ground like a deadly snake

The roars of industry fly up high

Bombs rain down, the inevitable quake

51 stars Sonet

Poetry ( Sonet ) War

Seas of fiery devastation strike

The battlefield littered with wrecks of tanks

My brothers go down, they were all alike

Fighting for freedom, climbing up the ranks

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Trained rough and tough and given a weapon

Day by day men face the heat of battle

For those who fell, let them rest in heaven

As only the lucky dodge the barrel

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Until this Armageddon ends I roar

Will we ever stop throwing men at war? – © Daichi Sakamoto

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  1. A wise perspective peace not war thank you Daichi…

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