your bullet rests in my chest
my camouflage dyed in crimson
i fall on the battlefield
giving company to our already dead comrades.
its strange, how i wonder, in these last gasps
not of the reasons why we wage this war
but what consequences it brought upon
the few folks who had opposed our decisions.
a mother's heart was stabbed
the culprit none other than her son
she lived dead
alive only in her memories.
two children played in the green fields
a boy and a girl
no more willing to listen to stories of a father
they had never seen.
a wife's brown eyes remain watching
through night and day, through rain and snow
the cobbled pathway
that her husband once left on.
the bullet releases its venom
the looming darkness recedes into a vivid glow
dont frown but smile, for, a second later
i would have done the same to you.
my camouflage dyed in crimson
i fall on the battlefield
giving company to our already dead comrades.
its strange, how i wonder, in these last gasps
not of the reasons why we wage this war
but what consequences it brought upon
the few folks who had opposed our decisions.
a mother's heart was stabbed
the culprit none other than her son
she lived dead
alive only in her memories.
two children played in the green fields
a boy and a girl
no more willing to listen to stories of a father
they had never seen.
a wife's brown eyes remain watching
through night and day, through rain and snow
the cobbled pathway
that her husband once left on.
the bullet releases its venom
the looming darkness recedes into a vivid glow
dont frown but smile, for, a second later
i would have done the same to you.
No comments:
Post a Comment