War Poem

War is the red of the insides of an animal after its been slaughtered

War is the scent of hundreds of rotting corpses who were once alive

It tastes of the blood you've spilled; yours or the enemies. Innocent or guilty.

It sounds of the cries of pain from the injured soldiers knowing that they're living their last moments of their lives in fear and suffering

It feels like every second, somebodies holding a knife to your neck. One wrong move and you're entire life is over.

It looks like humanity at its worst

War is endless hate for someone you don't even know.

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