War Poem
Men Come Running into the devils den
Sprinting towards the enemy
A bomb comes whistling down from above
Suddenly all the men
disappear
Cinquain
War,
Terrible, tragic
Heroic people die
Hate runs through blood
War
Diamante
War
Terrible, tragic
Killing Shooting Dyeing
Sad Crying dying saving
Running Jumping Falling
Kill Shoot
Dead
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