WAR.GERMANY.ACT

This poem is from the perspective of a WW1 bullet

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Foreword: I was inspired to write this poem because I was intrigued about the WW1 atmosphere so I thought it would be intersting from a bullets point of view.

WAR, Germany. Act
The guilt piercing my heart
Trading a life for a life

Tortured through a tunnel of sorrows
No praise, no glory, just regret
A black hole burying through my crushed soul .
Rotting away in a rusty cylinder

Rising up to aim or to heaven
Toxic fumes suffocate me
Poison drowns my heart

The moment to shine but resent
Death and slaughter awaits
The agony of screams and lies
Why me ?

If only him,
If only I was never created
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