Writing Prompt

Memories adorned with streaks of black Blooms of red And tracks of grey Picked up by rough- knuckled hands And foreign tongues To be passed from body to body

Whether or not we experienced it first hand Or have our own palms riddled with scars These memories are now ours to hold So that we may never forget

War never changes.

In the war, You live or die. It's a not a choice, You can't surrender, You live or die.

All the people in the war, They love or cry. The fallen soldiers, They were loved, Good night.

All the tanks in the war, The engineers, They worked hard. Just to please, A killing squad.

All the traitors, They be honest or lie. Because In the war, If you get captured, Every man for himself, No doubting that.

You live or die, You love or cry, Honest or lie, Or…

Bang You die