Dried blood on the sand

by TheKingsDaughter

This poem doesn't have anything to do with bible, but i didn't know where else to put it. "there's dried blood on the sand by the hospital door, droplets for memories; haunted by war... For all the men who died fighting for our freedom. please reveiw...

Dried blood on the sand

There's dried blood on the sand by

The hospital door, droplets for memories;

Haunted by war.

There's dried blood on the sand where

Soldier boys bled, torn apart, barely living,

Some already dead.

There's dried blood on the sand where the line

Of wounded stretched fair, broken bodies, some

Maimed; some not knowing who they are.

There's dried blood on the sand mixed with sweat

And tears, footprints of lost soldiers torn down by

the years.

There's dried blood on the sand that can never be

Washed away, marking the suffering of war; the

Dying day by day.

There's dried blood on the sand where brave

Men cried, eyes filled with despair, and boys slowly

Died.

There's fresh blood on the sand where soldiers bleed

Anew, where sorrow is so deep, it rises with the morning

Dew.

There's still blood on the sand with a reddish tint in the

Waves, the beaches look forgotten; dotted with lonely

Graves.

There's dried blood on the sand by the hospital door,

Droplets for memories; haunted by war…