I never knew, never had any idea
Of what it would feel like
To kill another person
To bare onto them, that devastating strike
I was young and naïve, only a boy
When I signed up, enlisted for war
Completely ignorant, oblivious
For what it had in store
I said my goodbyes
Unaware that I may not return
Or just how much
For each of my loved ones, I’d yearn
As weeks turned into months
And months into years
I was called to the frontline
The greatest of all my fears
I had heard stories, of the line
Of those that didn’t make it
Of those who did, with blood on his hands
Living with his own regret
My heart skipped a beat
As I took my spot on that line
I raised my gun, tried to aim
Knowing I was in a hell of a bind
To aim to hit, and take another’s life
To aim to miss, and maybe lose mine
I waited for the call, closed my eyes
And allowed for fate to decide
It was then, looking across from myself
At the boy now laying on the ground
I knew, with blood already on my hands
There was no going back, my destiny was found
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very very nice man. some parts were just a tad out of rhythm, but that was pretty much it. and i LOVE the part were it says 'To aim to hit, and take another’s life To aim to miss....'and so on. Brilliant stanza! !