Ismail Lies Still

Ismail lies still
on the dirty ground
The guns were shrill
Now he hears no sound

The scent sickens
and swells in the air
His face is stricken
with complete warfare

Ash on his chin
pebbles at his feet
It's not a sin
when victory is sweet

His hazel eye's hazy
and the other dangles
But he can still see
The ones who are shameless

They are off in the distance
making their mark
Destroying the existence
Of those a bit dark

The breathless expression
when the gun was shot
Another Zion digression
as his head went hot

The barely black shirt
fresh and maroon,
crimson, it spurted
In the light of the moon

Ismail lies still
now up in the sky
but I know he is thrilled
Because for his people,
he died

Author's Note

My high school's literary magazine rejected this.

This poem is up for your interp and I won't elaborate on what it's about.

Reviews

[Jason Henry]

that magazine sucks for rejecting this! your high school must be filled with Shakespeares and Hemmingways if they rejected this. nevertheless, you should be really proud. it's a very moving piece you've written as each stanza built up the emotion, something not easy to do. last two stanzas especially awesome!
thanks for sharing.