War-Torn World

A war-torn world makes one to be alone,

Whether family was killed, taken, or left,

While the leader of war sits on their throne

And their country is left to deal with death.

Air raids by Nazis left death in their stead

Homes were reduced to piles of rubble,

Some life was held onto by a mere thread

All because an idea gave some trouble

But the battle has long since been over,

The Allies have long since won the battle,

Men crowd hospitals like fields of clover

Herded there by nurses much like cattle.

No longer are young, youthful, filled with mirth,

Their faces left blank as death on the hearth.

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A poem I had to do for school. Please review and tell me what you think!