War is Hell

by Ronald Edwards   Aug 30, 2010


Taught and drawn
across a drum
dried with yellowed tan.

Beaten hard
yes savagely
the skin of tattooed man.

Pounding rhythm
all day long
it echos in the halls.

Wailing screams
of broken dreams,
deaf ears can hear these calls.

Knees bleed with pleas,
eye bulge in fear,
hands clasped as faith does wane.

No human soul
can bear this toll,
no salve to sooth the pain.

Insanity,
brutality
gears grinding breaking bones.

No where to hide
from suicide,
eliminating groans.

There is no sense
of right or wrong,
no bill of rights to sell.

Its in the darkness of it all
we learn that
War is Hell.

** as it was told to me about prisoner of war camps **

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  • 13 years ago

    by Lana

    You brought the horror of these prisoners of war and what they have to endure right into this room when I read your verse. Very clear and vivid imagery. Well done.

  • 13 years ago

    by Ronald Edwards

    Hey Karla, you might have read these before from our former lives :-) thanks for the exalt!

    PS I dont miss PS anymore :-) I've found a new home thanks to you !!!

  • 13 years ago

    by Jad

    A very sad write about people who are in prison camps and suffer so terrible all because of war. Most of the time the one's in those camps aren't even involved in the war. A good story. Good job and keep writing.

  • 13 years ago

    by Sunshine

    Amazingly written..found it flawless through msgs..i really am touched and I completely agree with u

    ur title sums it all up
    thats brilliant
    5.5

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