War Scars
War…
Pools of blood surround me
Comrades lay by my feet with every step I take
What is it that’s worth fighting for?
Supposed enemies…
Their filmy eyes unblinking lay open
The vision of the family they were to see still dances in their eyes
They had dreams too!
Their daughters…
Their sons…
Their wives…
Their parents…
Their duties lie within their eyes like an open book
This is pointless…
Their visions are my visions and I still see both
War is always in vain…
Copyright © Ciara Aiyana Ashley-Garn | Year Posted 2009
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