WarA Poem by Adora.xoAnother bonus mark History poemWar They pamper their weapons, And kill the child, They blindly storm their ways to destruction, And the crowds go wild. They kiss their bullets, Before tearing into a young man’s heart, They shout with glee at their victory, But the fun has yet to start. They gently wipe their blades, Dying to carve it into another set of eyes, They growl menacingly in expectation, And watch as the enemy dies. They caress their weapons lovingly, Before using them to destroy families and lives, And they smile with insane bliss, As they rape and kill the mother’s and wives. They embrace their inner demons, And kill the misunderstood sinner, “This is how the world will end, Not with a bang but a whimper.”[1] © 2010 Adora.xoAuthor's Note
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