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Huddled In Fear

Updated on July 28, 2014

It's All a Lie


It was symbol, a token,

as those words were spoken,

War keeps Peace,

interesting words,

deranged, strange, concealing,

yet evasive,

and somehow revealing,

but we fail to understand why,

War keeps Peace,

when we fight to die,

yet it keeps us alive,

with war we survive,

but behind the truth,

it’s all a lie.

Huddled In Fear

His skin was ashen,

his eyes hollow points,

pains poured out all over his joints,

the general’s lips tightened,

his enemies, frightened,

but take no prisoners

was the only way,

his face seemed to have lines

where it hadn’t had any earlier in the day,

as the bombs lit the night,

and the results,

made it a one-sided fight,

the poor villagers’ proximity

to the nearing army

was the luck of a draw,

the general knew

exactly what the villagers saw,

the chill he had felt, grew,

killing innocent people had to be a sin,

it was a fight the villagers couldn’t win,

bodies of women and children

were splattered everywhere,

while young enemy soldiers huddled in fear,

but the general’s orders were clear,

a swift victory was near,

he was to ignore the loss,

allow the bodies to mount,

no matter what the cost,

only to insure a decent body count.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio


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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      Thanks for reading Joe Cook.. all fiction my friend :)

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      Real Life Stories 6 years ago from UK

      This is really vivid - did it come from a real life experience? Thanks.