There's Blood on my hands
it seems
No matter how hard I try
Washing them
The Blood doesn't come off
This Blood
of
Men, Women, and Children
have
Stained me inside out
so many innocent....
I think to myself will I ever
be forgiven?
Once I return for the Blood
On My Hands?
Over all this is a well written poem and yet could it just be an empathy for the whole human race like Edna St. Vincent Miley’s Renascence. You seem a bit young to concern yourself with the suffering of the world. I, too must ask, do you know someone in the armed forces. I do hope that you do read good poetry; it is the only way to hone your talent. Read mine –How Long is Forever— Adeline
Yes, I was trying to put it into the view of a solider coming back from war dealing with a guilty conscious and acceptance like putting yourself into the mind of a solider. And yes my uncle fought in the Gulf War.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you.Yes it's a bit odd but, I think about everything including the other sufferings of the world. I do have an uncle that served in the Gulf War, I also have a very keen interest in wars overall but I can say that I was strongly inspired by the book 'One Solider's War' by Arkady Babchenko.