A collection of random poems

A collection of random poems by 3 different people. Just getting some creativity out there.


18. Conflict

The bright red flow of blood,

Mixing in with the dark brown mud.

The conflict that had just happened here,

Was now somewhere else near.

The dead and wounded lay still,

None of this happened at their own will.


But what had happened here?

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