Poetry about War (Modern)

The torn veil (anti-war poetry)

-Because it's called greed and rape.

You can't hide it forever!

Both ends of the black-and-white cycle

Gray pounded the scales.

It is said that it is a hotbed of rest.

All the sisters are dead.

The tune stopped because of the robe sleeve.

The boy in robe sleeve calls his father every day.

More people stand up fundamentally.

Collect a leaf

Farewell to mother

The stone horse fell on the grass,

The memory of a cripple stepping on the battlefield,

Many crickets are singing.

Nest in its sideburns every night.

Rusty sword

Hanging in the glass cabinet of the museum,

It is said that it is for people to see.

This is priceless.

The boy is writing on the old glass.

Saw his old friend swallows fly by.

"Swallow swallow, you tell me.

Paper window grilles in the former residence

Why are you wearing a new yarn? "