War Every war sings a worse music; Mourning voice makes its lyric. Machine guns make sound of drum; Anger makes all songs to come. Women and children form chores Death is always rest in songs. How far we live, no one knows Still we sing the war's own songs. The speaker in this poem is a boy who lost his beloved family in the war. #aabbpoem pattern #war #reality #foryou #bestenglishquotes #yqbaba #yqdidi
