I Once Lived A World Of War (Sad/Political) Poem by Poet of the River

I lived a long time ago,
in a world i didn't know.
It was a world of ice, rain, and snow,
there were no animals,
and plants wouldn't grow.
The ice was thick.
The snow was deep,
and into it my blood would seep.
As my heart begins to slow,
I hear the guns in the distance.
As the river continues to flow,
I weaken my resistance.
I tried hard to say no,
but my voice was shattered and weak.
I didn't want to let go,
help was just out of reach.
And as my body started to fray,
I opened my eyes for one last peek,
I saw the front line; the people all in gray,
their hair short and sleek.
And I saw hurt in there eyes,
witch were glazed and weak.
And as my body fades with time,
I see the people praying to be free,
and for there friends on the front line,
dying to defend their country.