Upon a hill, young men died
As battlefield ballistics clarified
When the afterworld breathed new life.
For upon that hill, a battle engaged:
Crimson colored pools
Drank the blood of the brave.
Rotted bodies became the terrain;
Their coffin, the earth where they lay.
Life exchanged for political gain.
Upon a Hill by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In Verse
As battlefield ballistics clarified
When the afterworld breathed new life.
For upon that hill, a battle engaged:
Crimson colored pools
Drank the blood of the brave.
Rotted bodies became the terrain;
Their coffin, the earth where they lay.
Life exchanged for political gain.
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