Conflict
A million soldiers soaked in red
as a million more are laid to rest
Hold onto comfort as they fight in pain
do not forget or their fight is vein
we pray in grief
we don't understand
thousands more die
hearts hand... in hand
I don't have enough
we all want more
our selfish lives yet we ignore
every minute
every day dreadful news comes in dismay
one more second
we all hold on
in that second a life is gone
cherish yours
do not wait
tell her you love her before its too late
as the sun sets on another day
this air is cold and torn
say your prayers
don’t close your eyes because you may not wake up alive
I see them die
By my own hand
Reflections of myself
He was a man
They call me brave
Cause I lay down my life
I reject all their medals
what are they for?
Being a good soldier...
I am not anymore
They said serve your country
Not kill other men
They gave me a gun
Said have no regret
They gave me a uniform
Said wear it with pride
I said how can I do so when so many die?
Copyright © Miguel Williams | Year Posted 2015
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