(NaPoWriMo Day #13)
I wonder what it must be like
To be in the midst of war. To
Fight for a cause you do not
Believe in. To kill those who do
Not believe as you do. The sounds
Of bullets flying past your ears
Whispering words of hate; Words of
Love for families left behindThese messengers tell you that you
Must die, so that the hunter may
Live to be with his family
Again; to kiss their daughters to
Teach their sons about peace and you
Know it is truth. You believe the
Same things. You fight for survival
Your noble cause is brotherhood
With those who battle by your side
i like the bullets flying by whispering… more sensual more sensual
thom
April 14th, 2008