Red Sand (a poem)

Story by Brex on SoFurry

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A poem I wrote. It's about war. If you like it, good. If you don't, that's fine.


Boots land

Hard upon the soft sand

Bullets strike the young man

Soldiers make a last stand

Embattled boys grow older

Sagging on the shoulder

As the world smolders

With burnt debris and boulders

As life force slips away

And death insists to stay

Day after sullen day

The music fades away

And men turn 'round

and watch the world burn down

while smoking death machines

destroy our lives and means

Cordite

Produces smoke in the fight

Blackening the dead night

Soaking up the harsh light

Towns and buildings shatter

Guns and helmets clatter

Adding to the patter

Of rain and body matter

Aircraft strafe the ground

And young boys make no sound

As they die, falling down

As they die on the ground

Bodies pile upon

The ground as we carry on

In fighting the enemy

That we can't hear or smell or see

The world starts dying and

We can't stop crying as

Our god keeps lying but

We don't stop trying to

Restore our sanity

Restore humanity

And rid our vanity

Or face insanity

As drums and flutes ring out

As trees and roots sing out

Tanks and troops bring out

A bloody roundabout

of endless death

and every single breath

is lost as the battered sand

turns red with the blood of man.

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