What a pitiful way to die
Every stuttering beat of the gun,
Another man dies,
Every breath of the merciless gun,
Another family loses a son.
A single shot to the chest,
Will have the blood streaming out,
A single shot to the chest,
Will cause the troops skin to stain red,
His chest to drop,
And his eyes to lock,
The piercing pain will be the last thing he will ever feel,
The face of the gunner will be the last thing he ever sees,
The blood swimming in his mouth will be the last thing he will taste.
What a pitiful way to die.
~Bex
~Bex
this is a very good poem
ReplyDeletegood structure and nice relations yo the front an at home
cool
-Jack
You've included personification and the sentences are really evocative. it makes you really think.
ReplyDeleteGreat rhyming, what Sandy said, you included personification, which makes the lines 'work together'. :)
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