The sky is dark, the air is damp
Bombs light the sky yellow, red and white-
With my heart becoming a dim light
I continue to march on until the race is won
I pass the corpses
I pass the shadows
I pass the crying widows
Every weapon we had went off
Striking down hope to everyone we met
Until I met my enemy with strength in his eyes
In them I saw….
In them I wept.
He whispered: 'Have no doubt
One day we can work this out
Tonight, maybe we are going to run
And dream of when the morning comes.'
I let down my gun
I dare not fire upon my brother, my son
Raising a hand, lighting fires
With blazing souls burning with desires
I know the sky could be blue
I know the bombs could slumber
I don’t mind
I just need to know its not a waste of time...
I chose this poem for my war and conflict for my artifact because, when I think of war, I think of the soldiers, and how much pain they must be in, having to see the horrors of war so upfront and close. This poem is about a soldier who is in the war, and sees the war's catastrophes, and is feeling all the weight of everything around him. All he needs and wants to know is that what he is doing is not a waste of time and for a reason.
Bombs light the sky yellow, red and white-
With my heart becoming a dim light
I continue to march on until the race is won
I pass the corpses
I pass the shadows
I pass the crying widows
Every weapon we had went off
Striking down hope to everyone we met
Until I met my enemy with strength in his eyes
In them I saw….
In them I wept.
He whispered: 'Have no doubt
One day we can work this out
Tonight, maybe we are going to run
And dream of when the morning comes.'
I let down my gun
I dare not fire upon my brother, my son
Raising a hand, lighting fires
With blazing souls burning with desires
I know the sky could be blue
I know the bombs could slumber
I don’t mind
I just need to know its not a waste of time...
I chose this poem for my war and conflict for my artifact because, when I think of war, I think of the soldiers, and how much pain they must be in, having to see the horrors of war so upfront and close. This poem is about a soldier who is in the war, and sees the war's catastrophes, and is feeling all the weight of everything around him. All he needs and wants to know is that what he is doing is not a waste of time and for a reason.
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