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Bloody hell

Bloody hell

Reigned down

In bloody mess

Blood stained streaks

Of bloody minded bloodiness

Fill red rose pools

Whilst everyone looks round

 for somebody else to accuse

each claiming God is on their side

But who can say whose blood

Will soak into infest, ingest, ingress

Into the hearts, minds and souls

Of those soul less others

 

The passion that was dealt

 with indifferent contempt

and fearless rage

dies off

like a candle snuffed out

 

So for all those who gave so much

For their country

For their cause

All that’s left is the dying and the dead

The mud

Palls of smoke

Enough to choke

The back of any throat

 

Finally there is nothing ...but

A silence that pervades, invades

The bloody mess

of blood stained fields

from somebody else’s

glory filled

bloody minded......

bloodiness 

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Jeff Dawson

Sun 4th Jan 2015 09:10

Excellent Martin, and very powerful, each claiming God is on their side, great line.

<Deleted User> (9882)

Mon 17th Nov 2014 21:32

Hi Martin.This is a very well written poem,with lots of depth,in my opinion.

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