Seriously old, I don't remeber writing it, but its my hand writing.
With each drop of rain, I hear another scream of pain, With every bullet shot, Another body is added to the lot, Soldiers march through the mud, Their boots stained with all the blood, Smell of burning corspes fill the air, We cannot shed a tear, The symbol of peace on his arm, All it has brought us is harm, If I was told to cry, I would much rather die.
Ouch o_o Good poem, it have a strong feeling inside. I would definitely call this a good piece of art. (we had a discussion in school 4 days ago about what art is)
