I haven’t seen a bird, a flower
In ages. My eyes wish for one hour,
One hour, nothing more;
Their guns ruthlessly tore
My brain, my heart apart. Who has this power?
Who has the strength to carry on
In times of war?
I want to live forever... How childish does that sound?
Why live eternally, when peace and love don’t even count?
Someplace, a field that once was green
Rouses under remnants of the dawn.
It has absorbed much blood, just for the thrill
Of the big people in this town.
They crushed me like a leaf in the season of autumn;
I’m young, yet I feel old because of them.
They were like wind, black wings of death, dark waves...
For you, for me, for all of them.
I’ve lost my eyes out there...
You see them, wet and blue,
But does it matter, really?
Can I still see the world the way I used to?
I’d like to see a white peace dove right now.
I cannot do that. The azure sky is grooved
By scary-looking iron birds.
And I am here, on the field, not wanting to be moved.
I hear they want to kill me, to take my breath away.
I’ll let them! This life is not a life, I want to die.
I could be killed slowly by fate. But I could be already on my way.
My way to heaven or to hell, a smile on my face and not a cry.
The head of once my brother lies here next to me.
Blood’s running down my cheek, but I’ll survive.
I’ll be taken home, but can’t you see?
My physical pain is nothing, I know I’ll be alive.
My mom will hold me to her chest when I arrive.
A broken soul in pulsing pain...
A hardened heart still beating in my hand....
I’m off. I know that I’m going insane.
I’ve done what I was supposed to in this land.
I’m going home, to live my crummy life.
I’ll miss you, brother...
Near my pillow, will lay your head and knife.
I want to see you again. I think I’ll send our mother
Or father up to you. That is how we
can talk again.

And that’s how I was born. The second me...