War Leeches

Metallic clashes sound

Raging war knows no bound

Fires crackle and roar

Death has opened his door

Homes reduced to rubble

Survival is struggle.

 

Roads stop leading to Rome

Poison lies in sea foam

Balances have now tipped

Nightingales are tight-lipped.

 

When spark of war is born

Red brides become forlorn

Belly swollen with child

Eyes awake, puffed and wild

They await husbands brave

To quench the love they crave.

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