Laying on a battlefield
In a country I don’t know
My lungs filling up with blood
Holes everywhere
I think...I think
Not of how this war will end
Nor do I think of my family
I ask myself over and over again
What do I want?
Where do I want to go?
They always told me Heaven-
Was this place you could think up
So with every breath I struggle to take
My mind wonders off
Trying to look for somewhere to go
But all that runs through my head is...
Elvis Presley
Now I’m not a Elvis fan
But ‘If I can dream’ seems to fill my void
When will my brothers go hand in hand?
I look back and realise something that’s not new
Every solider in my shoes has asked this question
Why do I shoot my foreign brothers?
Why do I rape my foreign sisters?
Why do I murder my foreign mothers’ children?
I’ll never get the answer to my question
To be honest I think we do this
Just so we can feel love from each other
But you must think this is some sick –
Way of showing your love for a family member
Adding your comment: