Death Of The Enemy

The suffering of the war

Death of the enemy

If you in your life once saw
A man head filled with grubs
Intestines screaming out at you
Far from the ones he loves
And seen the horror on his face
Though enemy he be
Then you’d look at war, my friends 

And feel the same as me.

I carried him within my arms
This enemy so fierce
He died before my eyes, you know!
Into my heart it pierced
The horror that be war, my friends
The ugliness of it
Although he was the enemy
It hurt me quite a bit.

For he was just a human being
Far away from folk who loved him
He died in so much misery
I saw his eyes go dim
And my heart went out to him
For he too, I had killed
I did not fire the blessed missile
Yet guilty I was still.!!!

Reviews

[peter Duggan]

G'day Chris for reading and commenting my poem. By reading sincere words by activists I can see that these evil buggers who rule the world have no compassion at all, When I see their faces they always remind me of reptiles. They do not care about people dying in wars. they just want riches and power. I sincerely thank you for your kind comments, my friend....Petter

[Chris Shaw]

Oh Peter, this is such a hard hitting pen. The horror of warfare brought right to our doorstep. If anyone had witnessed those things, without doubt it would change them for life. He was some mother's son, probably fighting a war he didn't want to fight. "I carried him in my arms", you showed him much compassion and you were with him when he breathed his last. That is making me tearful my friend. There are no winners in war, we are all losers. Politicians should be the ones feeling the guilt. They are the ones that drag us into war. I wish you softening of any guilt you bear. A most poignant poem.

Chris