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Poem on WWI.
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Is It Rain or Is It Blood?

Spirits and ghosts haunt me in my sleep,

As the sirens shout and screech,

Rats and vermin scurry over,

Those who are deceased.

Once there was a sharp tingle of excitement,

But that now lies dead ont he floor,

Fear is replacing everyones emotions,

The little ammount of people left anymore.

High expectations were soon cut short,

The soldiers die, wounds cut deep,

It's a blow to the heart,

But we have to carry on, move on.

It was once a scary thought,

To think that you might die,

But now a comforting feeling,

I surrender, as the tears well in my eyes.

Another body falls, I recognise the face,

I now realise, were losing this lethal race,

A bullet comes towards me,

I fall to the bloodsoaked floor, there is a shining light,

This is my escape.

Sonal Varia.