THE SPOILS OF WAR

Then stood sets of coffin their size
Welcoming forth as their own Christ
As stiff as stone, they then slept
No remorse and no regrets

No one looked close to the grave
Hall echoed cries of regrets
The tensed mourners are all wary
Singing the dead’s last Kyrie
For distant gunshots and bombs ring
Louder than people’s weeping

The ship has sailed
To a journey to afterlife
They rest easy, thinking no strife
In the rubble that was once their home

Oh how blessed they are that has part
Away from this world that breaks heart
Where guns are flowers in folk’s eyes
Where wounded children often cries

Rest assured my lovely soldiers
You’re suffering will be in vain
For people never learn how to care
‘Cause hatred for each fellow flares

Hey guys :) I created this war-inspired poem last year for our Literature teacher asked me to do so. Hahahahaha hope liked it :)