In fields of battle, where the dead do lie
The cries of victory, a hollow sigh
Leaves only ashes, where once there was home
The drums of war, a distant beat
As armies clash, with blood to seal
Their cause, a noble dream, a noble fate
But in the end, what is the cost of hate?
About the Creator
Feelings Never Die
It is Valentine's Day again, and it bought back memories that were over fifty years old. It bought me back to 1971, and I woke up and I knew my baby was due today. I was big and pregnant, and I felt like I was about to burst wide open. Imagine my surprise when the doctor told my I had a due date of February 14. I couldn't believe it, and since my baby was due today, I felt I could indulge myself a bit. I had gained a lot of weight, and chocolate was on the no-no list, but I had came to the end of this pregnancy, and I hoped it would be okay, after all I would deliver this baby today. So I walked across the street to the grocery story, and bought myself, a peppermint patty, covered in chocolate, my favorite. Me and my Valentine's baby would enjoy it together.
By Susan Paytonabout 6 hours ago in Fiction
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I love the words "what is the cost of hate?" --- very thought provoking poem, thankyou for sharing xx