So many scars,
attitude is not to be messed with,
strength of a soldier,
and people stay out the way,
my ambitions as a man,
walking to the field to die,
nefarious they call me,
reincarnation flows through me,
broke but will never choke,
rise above the thoughts surrounding me,
when the time comes to die embrace it,
fear shows weakness and hardships create enemies,
fighting for all eternity,
the war may end but the man will live it everyday,
I won't die even when they carry me,
holding onto a false hope as the blood is being spilled from me,
horrid screams follow me,
chaos covers me,
fury and fire is normal to see,
explosions is music to me,
fate is apart of me.
I am a future soldier, I leave to basic next month and this gave me goosebumps and excitement all at once. This is an amazing piece. Thank you for sharing..
very graphic picture of war...good poem
in the end we are groups in the same humam race being taught our duty: to kill the people born in a different place or into a different background. I susppose it has many meanings when we are said to be killing ourselves in war. thanks for leaving it in the broad aim, you understand its the only way to give a tribute without being a hypocrite. good job. -M
The war is out of the soldier. He only do your duty, Very well writing.
your poem was very well writen, as a service member, i'm very honored to see dedication to what we do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Connor, you never cease to amaze me! PLEASE don't stop writing! ????~ and Cheers :)