This may be a War...

Uncertain's picture

The skies rain shells of pain,
Cannons sound in the distant background;
I'm not ready to come out of this protected but lonesome shelter,
Everytime I make my step I decide to turn around.

I peek out of this hole,
Seeing bullets richochet off the soldiers wearing thick denim;
I'm scared, we're outnumbered,
I could be the next one dead after him.

This trench stinks,
It's so uncomfortable;
There must be something out there,
Something unimaginable.

I cock my gun and dig up my courage,
I tell my comrade I'm ready;
He pants briskly,
He says it's not going to be easy.

The whistle sounds,
Many charged out of their holes,
I looked back;
Seeing those hiding - still unsure of their souls.

I glance over the border,
I saw people - my family, classmates and few of my friends;
They are firing at us,
They want this to end.

Ferociously provoked,
I arm my weapons;
I try to pull the trigger,
But something tells me - there are better reasons.

Observing my companions,
No one was shooting;
We are slowly crossing the barrier,
With many of us dying.

Something struck my head,
It wasn't a bullet;
It was a thought,
That deserved great merit.

Our enemies are under oath,
From a panicking authority;
We see our friends, family and those we love obey blindly,
But I know I still love all of them - yes indeed.


the ghost's picture

I really like this.Good Job!

I really like this.Good Job!

If peace and love are so strong,why are there pieces of love that don't belong?-the black eyed peas

Icarus's picture

oh god wow...i love this poem

oh god wow...i love this poem...

there's my heart held gently in your palms...a deep red...beating for you...and then you squeeze....