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Portrait Of War

August 10, 2009
By Amariah Tadena BRONZE, Stockton, California
Amariah Tadena BRONZE, Stockton, California
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I see the beauty in the battlescars
For every cut, wound, and bruise
Is just one step closer to a period of peace

I find slight heart in slowly healing wounds
The blood which spills from them
The red rich coloring the dull, brown earth

Man-made machinery will give
But it will always take
The hot metal peircing the flesh of fellow beings

The shredding of life, layer by layer
Falling to the cold hard graveyard
Slowly drifting closer to a scarlet end

With man's hands one can paint the sky red
With every stroke, the clouds shadow over
Hiding the beautiful picture

The picture which was made by man
Their smokey explosions
And ruthless gunpowder

The smoke emitting from the ends of the shot
Burns the eyes of man
And guilt haunts over for every taken breath

War cries softly turn to death moans
Salty seas streaming from each cheek
Taking a sip of the last cup of breath

Not only the comrads, but also the sky
They mourn for the dust once called man
But rejoice that they have found a better home

Even the sky cries and washes the color
The picture fades and disappears
And then man will have to paint the earth once again

The author's comments:
I was inspired to write this peice when I read The Drummer Boy of Shiloh in English. I had thought about the past and present wars which affect our future and how they will keep coming and coming.

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LOLyay said...
on Aug. 21 2009 at 3:51 am
This really touched me! It describes the world wars and OMG, it was so deep! I especially love the last stanza. It was amazing!

on Aug. 16 2009 at 11:23 pm
kiwi12 PLATINUM, Austin, Texas
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Beautiful.