Concentrate

• Artist: Dawn Abigail Poppet
• Description: This is my poem about WWII. I think it speaks for itself.
• Date: 11/01/2008
• Tags: concentrate wwii

Cordwood corpses
Piled high in graves
Dug by their own hands.
Faces frought by the terrible
Knowledge of humanity
And its capacity for evil.
Children marching stiff-legged
Beneath a broken cross
Black as the souls
That imagined it.
Fields of wildflowers
Nurished by bodies
In the thousands.
Blind eyes and madmen
So much suffering
And the road to hell
Is paved with their bones.

Comments

[erotico mollete]

executed with near perfection. It may have been intended for WWII, but it can be assosiated with a lot of things. as i said, well done. 5/5

[DemeaningMeaning]

ya it's cool.do me a fav and check mine out plz? i did one one the Jews-Nazis. U seem to be a veteran so i'd like ur critique.Thank you!

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