GovernING by cruelties commands

poem by: Anna Tate
Written on Apr 22, 2017 

A gang of men whom sat in power
Upon our lands & men who fought in war
Looked down & frowned upon in evil glower. 

As they sat back safe and securely kept
As loved ones lost to the ongoing battles
Left behind the families as in grief they wept.
For the lives that had been stolen from them
Our soldiers our father's our brothers & country men.

And to their early graves now 6ft in death they lay
As their beauty of life's bodies began to rot in decay.
Their souls

 

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