Voiceless
At one time, two thrusting nations were at peace,
they gave it all they had, in one release.
The bond between the two powers was great,
but around the corner, turbulence did await.
All their acts of kindness and helpful thoughts,
turned to nothing, but the firing of shots.
Life is what one side argued for,
the other didn't care anymore.
As the intense battle grew at night,
it was the unheard side, that couldn't fight.
The faceless soldier got into the plane,
and was looked at with disdain.
The pilot says, don't worry up here I'm a king.
You have nothing to worry about inside my wings.
I am all alone up here in this little glass bubble.
How did I get myself into this much trouble?
In this small glass area, I grasped my gun,
as a mother would do, with her son.
I stuck my head out, for a gasp of air,
I wish a voice would shout, this isn't fair.
In my cramped area, I dreamt of life,
but my nightmare ended with a knife.
After the battle, the plane returned to base,
now with a pale look on her face.
As the cleaning crew looked inside,
they thought, that must have been a terrible ride.
With a hose, they cleaned me out of the hole,
my mother nation, forfeited my soul.
***What is this poem about?***
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