Nature of War
The field of battle spread before us
Enemy soldiers approaching in ranks,
Suddenly soundless silver birds appear
Our focus changes to the sullen skies,
Bombs rain like missiles from the gods
We are defeated by an unseen force,
The nature of war is forever changed.
Written August 7, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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