Midnight in the Mind of Men

Darkness stood

in the fathomless night

Black but for the artillery

shells exploding against the sky.

Silent but for the steel

stinging through the air.

Whole boys, whole companies,

Whole armies creeping,

creeping through the hell

To create more hell

with the hounds grinning

at their heels.

And even in the day,

darkness stands

And the blackest night

Never ends

This poem is about: 
Our world


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