Confessions At The Battlefield Poem by sreedevi sadasivan

The question still haunted my heart,
'not whether i would, but for how long? '
I looked into my palm and saw my lifeline crisscrossed with others,
all stained with blood and soil.

Suddenly my hands shook and i smelled humen flesh
my neck refused to turn back
and look at the dead corpes staring at me

I could still hear those words ringing down my ears,
fight for peace, fight for justice,
yes this is glorious..
glorious as the blood socked sunset.

But now i have to lift my foot,
soar my bullet into the frozen air,
freeze a moving bead of sight,

I have no time to wash the stain,
I have no time to wash my stain.