May 02 2008
You or Me.
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.
2 May 2008, ore 14:11
This is probably your best yet.
2 May 2008, ore 14:51
and how long will persist in maiming our young men with the agonizing memories of a war that should never have been fought??????
3 May 2008, ore 21:15
so sad and so senseless. some wars are justly fought and others are fought for naught.
22 May 2008, ore 15:56
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.