The Place Of The Damned.

It is a poem about how two dead soldiers who are enemy found themselves in a strange place,and their regret in taking part in a war they know nothing of the cause or reason for.

The last sound i heard was the bratata of machine guns,
The clinging and clapping of bullets,
The cries of brave soldiers in agony.

Then i felt something cold travel inside me, my body was cold inside,
So cold that i thought am in the attic,
Suddenly the whole world was fading away,
And clouds of darkness covering everywhere,
Then finally their was total darkness.

A few minutes afterwards, i woke up in a strange place,
A place of nothingness, i jerk of to my fit in search of my gun,
As a soldier survival is a necessity.

Through doors i pass through,
Through portals i pass through, going through places of nothingness,
Then i heard echos of voices afar, the thought of survival came to me,
I got to harm myself to the teeth, a step at a time i trace where this strange noise is coming from.

The more i got closer, the louder the cries,
who are they? i ask,
Looking in their faces, Agony is writing everywhere,
Faces so covered with injuries,
People with worn out look, so emaciated that they couldn't notice my presence. 

Then i felt a hand on me,In defense i jerk this strange hand off as fast i could,
Strengthening my feet to the ground, as a soldier am ready to fight,
Cool down this stranger tells me, don't you recognize me? he ask,
How am i suppose to, i replied,
You killed me he said,then he should me a large wound,
maggots were creeping out of it,
You stab me, he said.

What is this place? i ask, and who are these people? i also ask,
This are the tormented souls, we are in the place of damned he said,
Wait, i have to return to the war, my comrades, my nation needs me,
Hah aha he laughed, you are dead.

I closed my eyes, hoping to snap out of this dream,i cant be dead?
Am sorry my friend, your families and friends wont see you again,
The thought of not seeing my little girl and my wife, force a loud cry out of me,
I heard my cries echoing everywhere, then i realized am damned,
And what are you going to do to me? i asked,
After all i killed you and you seems to be a leader here? i asked.

Nothing my friend he curdled me, we where all victims and blinded by the love we both have for our nations,
They lied to us to fight a war we know not of the cause or reason for,
They made us kill ourselves,making us to believe we are fighting for a greater good,
We fought their own war, a war of greed, a war for their selfish cause and interest,
A war to control economic, political and material resources.

Don't be sad my friend, at least we cant kill ourselves no more,
Come i have something to share with you,
He brought out a old scotch whisky,
I brought it to war just in case my nation was victorious over yours,
Well it seems that you and i will share it,
He pour it into what seems like a rotten skull for me,
So lets make a toast, "For we are in peace in the place of damned"'
Cheers cheers cheers!!!!!!
Cheer up and drink up my friend, for we are victorious.