Did you fight for stars or sit in an iron cell?

March 18, 2011
Some men go to war, others to jail.
Notices are written in the mail.
Years spent behind iron bars, or fighting for stripes and stars.
They wake up one morning and are suddenly free, for they are no longer in the army.
Those in cells will remain, for they are criminals, still in jail.
Smoe men go to war, others go to jail.
Read the letters in the mail.
In this nation full of scars,
noble men fought for stars.
Nothing lost and nothing gained,
except the anger they still contain.
Letters forgotten to send,
some lost life others gained a friend.
Some men are free,
others never will be.





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fallin_and_out_of_sanity said...
Apr. 15, 2011 at 2:46 pm
No problem dude i got you.
 
remorseispower replied...
Apr. 15, 2011 at 3:58 pm
im a chick but ok! lol i play sports so im used to it.lol! and thanks dude i appreciate it
 
clappster said...
Apr. 14, 2011 at 2:20 pm
That was an awesome poem.I wish I could think of stuff like that in my head. Although it would only let me give you one star for some reason.I give you ten stars. Oh heck I give you as many stars as I can.
 
Freedomtothetrueones said...
Apr. 11, 2011 at 5:22 pm
I like this very much, and I think that is so powerful to write like that about the people who did wrong and then the people trying to stop the wrong. Hehe im the first to comment.
 
fallin_and_out_of_sanity replied...
Apr. 11, 2011 at 7:56 pm
Man, this is sp deep. Its not like other writing where its alll like oh...cool. This makes you think and wonder i love it.
 
remorseispower replied...
Apr. 15, 2011 at 8:57 am
thanks guys!!!!  it means alot, could u do me a favor and get the word out and have other ppl vote and comment?! thanks
 
AngelForeverBleedingLove This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
May 13, 2011 at 12:08 pm

This IS deep, like fallin_and_out_of_sanity said. I like it though, and I think it's cool that you based your poem of something you dreamt about. Sweet poem!

-Angel

 
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