The age of war
The Age Of War
A child cries right outed
The mothers tears uncounted
The love spread through the wound
A met the heart all to soon
This boy will be ferocious
You may think this is atrocious
The boy will pay you back
Before you stab him in the back
Do not Deni his liberty
For though you know not of his trinity
His quizzical thoughts abound
For this is the age of war
poetryqueen09 commented on The age of war
05-21-2009
05/30/2009
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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