Alone Soul

A Puppet Hero - Poem by Alone Soul

On this hill
I stand still
hold a gun
against my will

strapped within
my willful sin
but to earn my life
I shall kill

why am I here
I do not know
fight against
a friend or foe

a mother's son
a woman's love
bodies I dropped
his life nomore

bodies falling
but is it right?
Who is to care?

what if my
turn is next
I think of it
and begin to fear

a coward
a servant
a few more names
I've been dubbed

keep moving
my master yells
obey me
you lazy scrub

will this end
or will I die
one more falls
I hear him cry

there's not much
left in him
vultures await
up in the sky

chilling thoughts
fills in me
bloody hills
look so grim

can do it
nomore now
I beg you master
please let me in

Comments about A Puppet Hero by Alone Soul

  • Emma Adamyan (4/18/2010 1:12:00 PM)

    a deep thought and penned very good. a worthy work (Report) Reply

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  • Prince Obed de la Cruz (1/27/2010 8:29:00 PM)

    very good...... nice job.... well written piece (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 6, 2010

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