Untitled War Poem

November 19, 2009
By , Red Lion, PA
From day to day I think back and remember my brother's face,
Fighting your own country - not a worse existing disgrace.
The pain in his bloodshot eyes after I shot him in the chest,
But I couldn't let myself care - our troops gathered our gear and headed west.

Countless night I could not sleep - the meaning of it all on my mind,
Cannons exploding in mid-air, peace my country could not find.
While saluting to that flag, to my nation I dedicated my heart,
Unaware that in the end my glorious country this war would rip apart.

I fought North, my brother fought South and eachother we hated,
To this day the pain and bloodshed is clearly understated.
Now I am older and my wrinkles ask the question, "Why?",
When we started this war were we aware of just how many young men would die?

A soldier I shall aways remain; past the scar tissue I have a heart down under,
But the sad reality is, all we ever were, were just another enscripted number.





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Emokittiycut This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 24, 2010 at 4:11 pm
wow that was a very good poem. great wording. love it!!
 
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