Planting Life In A Battlefield Poem by Osama Aldeyasty

The smoke came from the burning trees as we marched ahead.
Victorious we marched though tired and cold, the mud was all around.
Me and him with her were walking, but she knew what we intend.
Suddenly, he stopped. She knelt on her knees; eyes both were closed.
She lowered her head and raised her cheek as if waiting to be kissed.
She was in peace with no tears, how brave you are, I thought.
How many nights she filled with delights in her man's arms?
How many lives her womb gave to life and filled her house's rooms?
'But sir, can we spare her to keep our hands clean? She was typing,
She wasn't fighting, we took her from that office over there.'
'Shut up soldier, she's one of them. Can't you see her uniform? '
I recalled the story of my old man about Adam and his family:
It makes him, her and me brothers and a sister in a different country.
He placed his gun on her short tress; she didn't even utter a breath.
'But sir.......'
'Shut up soldier, I have my orders: take no prisoners.'
I said to myself, ' she shouldn't die; I must stop this crime.
I'll interfere with no fear, whatever comes is mine.
I'll plant life in this battlefield by sparing this innocent soul.'
But came the bang, the usual sound, still the ugliest of all.
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I wrote this poem about war.It's not about who won or who lost. It's not about who is good or who is bad. It's about us. The three persons in the poem represent that sad scene that kept happening since the dawn of history. But it keeps happening only when we stop thinking, living and loving then we start war to do what we wish to do.
This poem is about life and death, love and hatred, mercy and anger, war and peace inside our hearts. It's a poem about us: about the human nature. It's about this crazy world we're living in where we become mad tools or in other words slaves serving the everlasting demons inside our hearts and minds: greed, hatred, races, nationalities, power, revenge, and getting rid of everything you don't like. Because we still serve those demons the only thing that we can understand is the idea of living happy first and alone. We can't learn to live happy and together. We keep shouting (me) not smiling and saying (us) .

We always answer the call of that angry demon (Anger) instead of thinking of that sweet creature standing right in front of you. Just try to take a deep look at him or her. See how sweet is the smile. See how pure is that look. See that miracle in the structure. Listen to the words. Try to understand the point of view. Come closer, touch and feel that hand while you shake it. Keep looking into those eyes and trust me if you're human enough you'll know that he or she used to be your brother or sister but your family got bigger and that's why you forgot.