War LifeA Poem by Joe O
It's quit.
Not a sound. It's hot. Nothing but sand. It's almost day time. That's when it starts. I can see people setting up. I can hear people talk but I don't know what they are saying. I hear a sound. Its sounded like a pop. It's was. Now there's a lot of popping sounds. I see people falling. I see people yelling. I see people dying. It's war. There is nothing good about it. Why do we fight? Why do we kill? I was told killing was wrong but yet i'm here killing. I know they killed first but still should we kill back? Should we be called hero's? Should we stop fighting? Should we keep killing? I don't know. But my leaders say yes. © 2013 Joe O |
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Added on July 2, 2013 Last Updated on July 2, 2013 AuthorJoe ODerby, CTAboutI'm 25 years old trying to be a writer/poet. I was published in 2012 for the first time in the book "Best Poets & Poems Of 2012. But I really need to improve my writing. I like to call myself an outca.. more..Writing
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