Plea for Change

Just a little political...

A man walked alone
a whisper on his lips
"change" he coughed
into his hand and
from his palm blood drippd
he wiped it on his dirty jeans
down by the ankle so
the puddles from the rain would
wash them clean
a moan on his lips
"change" he spoke raspily
against the howl of the wind
he hunched down low
as low as he spirit was now
and pulled his hood down
as he walked alone
and thunder sounded above

the blast of weapons fired
as the desert sun shone
sand rose as clouds above
and bullets rained below
a woman lay sprawled
a loose limb in her hand
from her comrade who had fallen
and now lay strewn across the
damned endless sand
and she said words that
nobody heard against the deafining
sound of war
"change", it was a plea
and not to the sky and not to her maker
it wasnt for the commander to hear
it wasnt made by a soldier
who lived to fight
it was from a woman who could not breathe
who could not sleep at night
she was talking to the people of her land
and it was not for a respite, it was for the end

Author's Note

I don't know, I need another stanza...but inspiration for this is a little low right now...

Reviews

[Amanda Lee/ Isolated Dr..]

i think this piece is incredible!
The imagery , especially in the first few lines, captivated me immediately. "coughed into his hand...blood dripped..." is so powerful
I think you are right about it needing another stanza, but at the end of the poem. There seems to be one final hanging thought that should be represented.
Overall though, fantastic write!

[Aeternal Oceanfire]

Tragic. War is a terrible thing.

"Imagine all the people, living life in peace. You may say I'm a dreamer. But I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us. And the world will be as one."
- John Lennon, Imagine