Daya Nandan

Gold Star - 6,253 Points (2.7.1992 / Malaysia)

A Victim Of Warfare - Poem by Daya Nandan

I am a victim of war who is torn up in shreds,
Lying upon a pile of bodies with some missing heads,
Upon this dessert under the scorching sun,
Upon circling vultures eating bodies one by one

I lay here remembering this tragedy so fresh,
As vultures attack me and tear through my flesh,
I can barely fight them off, my hands are getting cold,
My life ruined by armies that fight for land and gold,

I am left here to die with vultures awaiting in my death,
Eating the flesh of men who have drawn their last breath,
I scream for help in hopes that there is someone there,
I pray to god that somehow my life he will spare,

But nothing happens and i know what will be,
Being a vultures meal is unfortunately my destiny,
All that is left is to wait for the bleeding to take my life,
The end for me is near, i can already see death’s knife.

Topic(s) of this poem: war, war and peace


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 15, 2015



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