War Shot Down R.I.P.
It fell without a warning from the sky.
A silent shard through sullen clouds,
a metal bird unfeathered,
its wings torn by the bite of fire.
The sky did not shudder,
nor did the earth weep,
only the cold grip of smoke
clutched the air where it once soared.
No hero’s march, no solemn tune,
just the whisper of falling steel
and the quiet scatter of dust
as it met the ground
like a name forgotten in the wind.
Rest in peace,
gone but never forgotten,
a shadow in the sky
that still lingers.
Now a soldier in heaven above
Wrapped in Jesuses tender love.
All wars must end in 2025.
Jesus replace heatred with love ❤️
Amen 🙏
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George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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From your lips to God's ears for this to truly happen. Good job.
A beautifully poignat and powerful poem. It captures the tragic essence of war with haunting imagery and a deep sense of loss. and very interesting poem and I wish you to hit in this week in top of the table. well written