Author's Note - Just a poem I thought up not too long ago. just would like to hear opinions on it.
Flash of blue,
Streak of lead,
One side armored in hue,
These the other side dread.
For those in green,
The battle is won.
Until up enemies lean
As they drop down the sun.
Screams of anguish,
The skies fill with their moan,
This their one wish,
Is to be back home.
Hope though, does bend,
When from birds of the air
God-men descend,
Soldiers who won't tire nor wear.
These creatures, both machine and man,
Bring home those wounded and wan.
