War
It's a battle, it's a bomb site.
It's rainy, it's smokey.
Gusts of fire reign over the night.
Pools of hot led filled blood cover the grass.
Sparks from the swords seen from far away.
In the middle of the battle field stands a man.
His hair drenched in sweat, raggidy and wet.
He gets knocked down, cut, and bloody but won't give up!
He runs over to defeat another,
then takes a deep breath and looks up,
He smiles then does it again.
The storms of men won't end.
It's the battles of life, get up, fight, and defend.
Joey R. C. Diatte