On the Battlegrounds

Values and morals are questioned. Does he deserve to die? Is any of this loss justified?

Eternity. At least that's what it may feel like. The seemingly never-ending deaths.

The battlegrounds are bloody and a sense of despair wafts through the air.

Explosions, bullets whizzing by, and large fires depict the scenery.

Ready to take whatever may come at the expense of their country.

Adrenaline rushes through their bodies.

Now, at the end of their career as a hero; they remember.

Standing in front of the memorials, their sacrifice and dedication are immensely gratified.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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