Eminence
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Loading ...The graves on the hill
Under which bodies lie still
Veiled from battle
Once dressed to kill
Beneath death’s canopy
A deafening cacophony
The crack of a bullet
And a brooding symphony
Their ghosts suspended
Then abruptly transcended
Irreparable wounds
Their war has ended
The graves on the hill
That I think of still
Veiled in peace
Obeying God’s will…
This poem was written by James K. Webb . This poem is about his time in Kosovo when he was in the Army(Military).
Filed under: Military Poems
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