Killing a human being
Is never a good thing.
Even in self defense.
Or in the fight for freedom.
In war.
In those situations
I would call it a necessary evil.
I remember the first man I killed
on Omaha beach.
He was a German boy
who looked like he was barely eighteen.
I slit his throat with a knife
almost decapitating him.
He probably had a mother and father
who loved him.
Or maybe even a wife.
He may have been a good person
who was just brainwashed
by Hitler’s insane ideas.
If I could meet this boys parents
I would tell them I am so sorry
I killed your son.
But I had no choice.
He was my enemy.
I would tell them
I sometimes feel like lady Macbeth.
Because the blood on my hands
will not wash away.
I dont think this is a true story, you can write this poem in an other way, rather than i an psychopath killer's way.May i request you to re write this poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perhaps you will look at my Lazurus to see another way of 'seeing'? Val