Phantoms in my dreams

Another river flooded with blood
with thousands of enemy soldiers
wiped out, as if their lives
mattered not to man.

Almost a hundred tanks shot out,
more than three hundred
armoured cars destroyed
and some tanks,
(more than the fingers
on my hands)
just left behind
with the occupants running away
to hide in the veldt

and to this day
the shocking reality
of that battle scenes
are phantoms in my dreams.

poem by Gert StrydomReport problemRelated quotes
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