Eric Karns

Rookie - 0 Points (6/15/1985 / dayton, oh)

My Brothers Blood - Poem by Eric Karns

Blood spills from us,
from bodies you've never seen,
people forget the war,
what must this mean.........

everything seems over,
the paper says we won,
what u dont see,
is this is far from done.

we will continue to fight,
without recognition,
to gain control,
over our enemies ignition.

you wake up facing your love,
we wake up facing our brothers,
we absorb all the pain,
so it is not seen by our mothers.

the voices in my dreams,
are my dead brothers,
the brother i didnt know,
the brothers through blood are my brothers.

i have never met them,
if i have i do not remember,
the blood from our souls,
bleeds far past november.

you protest the war,
we do not hate you,
we only wish you could see,
why we do what we do.

we see our brothers die,
and remember why we fight,
for a country that hates us,
hoping youll soon see the light.

we will all die,
death does not scare us,
we know if we die for this cause,
many of us will be on hells bus.

you could never imagine,
the things we must see,
those who have died,
are better than you could ever be.

so talk your shit,
and protest the war,
we love you enough,
to hide you from the gore.

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  • (4/19/2008 5:59:00 PM)


    A protest against the protest of a war. I've heard
    this before. In days of old. Only the names have
    been changed. Not to protect the innocent, but
    to protect the guilty. A wonderful and praiseworthy
    call for victory.

    GW62
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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 18, 2008



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