We Were There

We Were There short poem

We were there, when the whistling of rifles blew
And the hats of the old man into the sky they flew
The cries were so awful
Like the sting of a bee it was painful
Yet they called for a ceasefire
Some yelled for the guns to fire
We were there

We were there, when the bullet pierced the flesh
And the battlefield drained in blood abet
In the same compass ran everyone
Brave or cowardice it just had to be done
With sweat they succumbed and died for…..
Like it never was before
We were there

We were there, when the country suffered
And the citizens died like birds thundered
All thirst peace
All hungered ease
But a few man had to stand warriors
And rescue their people weary
We were there.

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Poet, Word Composer, Writer, Speaker, an All-round Activist.I love poetry for in thee I find solace and peace. I find a platform to express myself without limits and share courage without denial. I have published two books. My Quiet Place and Confiance; an anthology of poems and a novel respectively, which are already on sale. I will never stop writing because I have already started......
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Only survivors and direct participants of war could relate such gory details of violence. And @Nashy, with your description, you could qualify as one, that is if you are not yet one among the aforementioned.
There is an apparent effort on your part to keep up with the rhyme scheme and metrical measure you have chosen. Good luck to your future endeavors.

Randall Smith

You have captured the smell of war and fear. Well done


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