War ridden

As brothers we fight
Till the bitter end
Watching our backs
For foes and for friends

Bullets will fly
people will die
friends will be lost
all with no cost

The war will be over
And we will go home
Battle scar ridden
And partly atoned.

Poetry by Mark Reynolds
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Written on 2005-10-25 at 16:50

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This reminds me of something from the Civil War in America. Very good poem. There is a band I like, Iced Earth, that has a concept cd, and one of the songs is about two best friends fighting on opposite sides. I think I might post that so everyone can read it.