War

Feel the ground shake from us marching in unison,

bombs crash down, bullets fly to announce that we're moving in,

This is my rifle, this is my soul,

But this is war and I have no control,

I do what I'm told, because those are my orders,

I aim where they aim, whether bullets or mortars,

And if on this day my destiny is to be the end of me,

should I pray that I did the same to some of my enemies?

But killing is wrong, 

who decided that these are our foes?

a million miles away from home that we go,

step in my shoes, tell me what you would do?

when you're ordered to kill someone who wants to kill you,

they're just doing the same, but protecting their land,

we are the strangers here, so they take a stand,

I'm feeling conflicted, but if I leave I'll be convicted,

and sent to federal prison because of this decision,

this is my rifle, this is my soul,

But this is war and I'm losing control,

Quite a few times I found myself real close to death,

Now with each step I wonder, "is this my last breath?"

I've lost quite a few friends In just a few weeks,

with each death it gets harder to speak,

So I find myself keeping a distance from others,

Such a difference to lose a stranger rather then one of your brothers,

This is my rifle, this is my soul,

This war is crazy, it's taking it's toll.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

War is never kind and no-one really wins. Victors may celebrate and the losers. Cities destroyed and people homeless.
"This is my rifle, this is my soul,
This war is crazy, it's taking it's toll."
V.A spend almost 150 billion dollars for soldiers wounded in war. Most of old soldier just hope the wars were fought for some reason. Thank you for sharing the powerful and worthwhile poetry.
Coyote

[5am]

thats amazing i only wish more people could read it