"I was a warrior who dreamed he could bring peace. But eventually, you always have to wake up."
~Jake Sully, from Avatar
There comes a time When the world Is at Peace. When a man Clad in uniform With a gun on his Shoulder Never has to fire it. When a soldier Is one of ornament And status.
I am not that man.
I am the man On the Frontline, Panting, sweat running Into my eyes, Shooting And screaming And afraid.
I am the medic, The nurse sponging A man's forehead, Knowing that his Eyes, glazed with pain, Will soon close Forever.
I am the general, Sending his troops To the bloody chaos of War, Knowing many will never Return.
I am the mother, Shrieking out an Agonized call, The letter before me Telling of my child's death Stained with my tears.
I am the sacrifice.
I am the warrior Who fought and died So that one day We may know Peace.
To be perfectly honest and clear, your gender not being the subject here, "Not That Man" was an eye opening, thought provoking, sentimental piece.
Marching forward throughout your poem, the reader is confronted with wartime - in our face, we have not a choice yet to remember every war fought on our behalf that we seemingly overlook as time scratches the surface.
During wartime our soldiers time is halted... the place or face they remember leaving behind is an expected site when returning from their long journey home.
When arriving home be-it Home or Heaven our family awaits with open arms and kisses warm.
We are these men - no matter gender or color, religion or creed, bearing this reminder we should all.
The poem above is an 'in your face' reminder we should all read and bear witness to, for we are these men and should respect and bear memory. They are the bringers of peace whose place is so violent we could not fathom what dwells beneath.
Thank you for my NINE ELEVEN wake up call.
Great Job,
Legacy
P.S.
This should be an entry into the Poetic Infusion Society's contest - Enlightenment. This is if you have not yet submitted to one.
To be perfectly honest and clear, your gender not being the subject here, "Not That Man" was an eye opening, thought provoking, sentimental piece.
Marching forward throughout your poem, the reader is confronted with wartime - in our face, we have not a choice yet to remember every war fought on our behalf that we seemingly overlook as time scratches the surface.
During wartime our soldiers time is halted... the place or face they remember leaving behind is an expected site when returning from their long journey home.
When arriving home be-it Home or Heaven our family awaits with open arms and kisses warm.
We are these men - no matter gender or color, religion or creed, bearing this reminder we should all.
The poem above is an 'in your face' reminder we should all read and bear witness to, for we are these men and should respect and bear memory. They are the bringers of peace whose place is so violent we could not fathom what dwells beneath.
Thank you for my NINE ELEVEN wake up call.
Great Job,
Legacy
P.S.
This should be an entry into the Poetic Infusion Society's contest - Enlightenment. This is if you have not yet submitted to one.
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