A killing field,
a deadly spree,
its where I slay
the enemy.
He fought so brave,
he tried so well,
but died in flame,
a burning hell.
The choice is ours,
we make it fast.
The will to live,
the urge to last
When it comes down
to you or me,
I do not spare,
as you did see.
Where are you now
now life is gone?
Did I do right?
Did I do wrong?
I did survive
but not in light,
it is your screams
I hear at night.
I close my eyes
and all I see,
is judgment day,
its judging me.
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This is probably your best yet.
and how long will persist in maiming our young men with the agonizing memories of a war that should never have been fought??????
so sad and so senseless. some wars are justly fought and others are fought for naught.
War is ugly and I’m sure no soldier come out of it the way they went in. Noble wars may have been WW1 and WW2, but I don’t think any wars since then have been noble. Your poem is solemn and makes one think.
Whats even more sad is that most wars never needed to be waged to begin with