The question still haunted my heart,
'not whether i would, but for how long? '
I looked into my palm and saw my lifeline crisscrossed with others,
all stained with blood and soil.
Suddenly my hands shook and i smelled humen flesh
my neck refused to turn back
and look at the dead corpes staring at me
I could still hear those words ringing down my ears,
fight for peace, fight for justice,
yes this is glorious..
glorious as the blood socked sunset.
But now i have to lift my foot,
soar my bullet into the frozen air,
freeze a moving bead of sight,
I have no time to wash the stain,
I have no time to wash my stain.
very good imagery. a worthwhile read. good job. With respect, Abby
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice Imagination. Good use of words with a nice flow of thoughts.