Two Fronts
Two torn halves a battling,
Cannon shots be heard,
For war rages on forward,
Day and night, no respite to be found,
Hands betraying, a gun no longer safe in hand,
Fear that claws at the weary soldier,
Before he takes a life,
He prays with tears and begs for love,
The shot he does fire,
So it is the last,
For the war has now ceased,
No side a winner,
Silence be heard,
For no other ever witnessed this war.
Copyright © Joshua Brown | Year Posted 2013
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