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 © | Year Posted 2009

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Fraser Avatar
July 15, 2009 at 12:39 PM
Terrific write Ciara, i have written a few war poems, mostly based on history>>James
Knox Avatar
July 10, 2009 at 7:41 PM
war from both sides of the battlefield ..... you got skills , i felt this one
Freeman Avatar
July 10, 2009 at 10:12 AM
The physical aspect of wars, always first begin, within the minds of thoes, who's soul is lost from it's sacred heart, where it's love is stored. One who is lost from the love that they are can only live from the reflective mind, of judgement and strife! We are not on earth to judge, but to build the kingdom of God, from the love that we are! I said these things, because I see from your comment, on my poetry that you have love's wisdom, Love Moses
Jolo Avatar
July 9, 2009 at 7:54 PM
war is one thing that ruined our lives in Sulu archipelago. for more than 600 years Tausug are stil facing the same kind of thing. we are the victims of situation ann conspiracy. i like the poem very much. it attacks me deeper thatn i feel. this is inspiring and drive me to advocate much to our longed cries for peace in our beloved devastated homeland, Sulu.
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