WAR Poem: boots, by Beck Weiser

i stood in the middle of a war
and held my brothers shoes
they were muddy
they were bloody
but they were his at least
the father passed me by
his hand already on his bible
when i asked him for an answer
he just pointed at my brothers boots
and fell back into the crowd

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