A lifetime ago and across the sea
Was a dark and broken land
Of blackened skies and cratered fields
And sorrow that saturated the air

The thickening smog rose from gray
And rumbling diesel engines
Thousands of young marching men
Heading off into oblivion

The young clashed in gray and green
While red ran through the muddy fields
And the cynics; ambitious men of power
Preached them over the brink

The skies were filled with black splotches
And wolves preyed on lumbering bears
Red and orange would streak the air
And blue the line between Heaven and Hell

Of monstrous beasts with long, black noses
That fed upon the enemy’s youth
Were brought to their knees in plumes of smoke
With the clashing and tossing of the earth’s thin skin

When, in the end, the black heart was stabbed
And the young men marched on home again
With glittering bronze and silver and gold
Hanging under milky blank eyes

I think of the rows of nameless white stones
The poor, the weak that lay down below
I remember that little piece of my heart
That I lost long ago in Germany
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Author's Note: This is a piece that I thought up during class and decided it was good enough to share. I was never really a poet, but this one just kinda spoke to me. Anyways, take it as it is, drink some soda, eat some cake and enjoy life for a moment. May go to my scraps later.