JUST BARELY 18, SENT TO FIGHT LIKE A MAN. THEY
SAY IT SHOULD JUST BE BANNED.
YOU HEAR PEOPLE SCREAM AND SHOUT BUT ALL YOU
CAN DO IS POUT.
YOUR FEAR THE CLACK CLACK BOOM OF WAR BUT
YET YOU ARE NOT TORN.
YOU THINK OF YOUR FAMILY AND SMILE, BUT ALL THE
WHILE YOU TRY NOT TO CRY.
YOU ARE IN TOP SHAPE AND STILL DON'T HATE
YOU LOOK TO GOD FOR HELP. AND ITS HELP YOU
RECIEVE.
YOU WANNA GO HOME, BUT YET YOU KNOW YOU
WILL GET TOLD NO.
YOU SEE YOUR COMRADE FALL WHILE YOU ARE
STANDING TALL.
HIS BODY IS NOW LYING ON THE BOARD, YOU KNOW
HE IS WITH THE LORD.
YOU PRAY FOR YOUR SOUL TO KEEP WHILE YOU
WEEP.
YOU ASK FOR THE STRENGTH TO CARRY ON, BUT
YOU KNOW YOU MUST MOVE ON.
nice poem corey and best wishes to you, try to stand resistant... thanku very much...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank yall very much