My Friend,
I write this letter
To tell you how I feel
For I will not get better
My blood will be it's seal.
So many days I've tarried
Across this war torn land
The woman that I married
Not here to hold my hand
Perhaps I have been ruthless
and thrown my life away
My journey has been fruitless
For this is my last day.
Yes, I have often wondered
What I was fighting for
Yet on and on I blundered
Within this bloody war.
When will it be forgotten?
I guess it never will
Can humans be so rotten
As much more blood they spill.
I weep now for this nation
That I hoped to set free
As they whoop with elation
To see their victim, ME!
A contest entry
- Never Forget by SomeonesToySoldier.
1700 points, ended October 13, 36 entries
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Comments
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Very interest perspective. I knew 3 guys who died over there so writing from the perspective of a dieing soldier is one that has a very specific pain that comes along with it. Its hard to speculate whats going through the mind of a soldier in their final moments. I appreciate you entering this poem in my contest.
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