War - (Free Verse)

From the swords,
that used to clash,
guns that are now, not maybe never, stopping to flash
with the thud of bullets,  hitting a vest,
a loved one falls, maybe we
should regret
our actions for the day be gone
and most blood is shed
now we must celebrate,
for our hard wrought
victory

Juxtaposition - with the thud of (bullets), hitting a (vest)
Alliteration - guns that are (now, not) maybe (never), stopping to flash
Allusion - hopefully this poem makes you think of war