War Poem

Dear readers,

91st Post!! Exams are over and tkwek is slightly more free now (for better or for worse). World Scholars Cup is setting in soon and tkwek will officially go into mugging mode.

Before that, Here's a little something written for english class.

To think or not to think?
Therefour i am.

The Straight Times Editor.

Weavers of War

The Land Lies Naked,
Strewn like Confetti -
disfigured, diemembered, limbs cruelly
dislocated.
Shredded like Spaghetti, the pieces
trip, twist, twirl
at the slightest Eddy of breeze.
Young, strong men,
Tailors at Heart,
Try to stitch the pieces back, to preserve some of that
Holy Tapestry. But.
Boys
have never made good
Embroideres,
and neither have
Guns
made good
Needles.