I wanted to become a soldier
An army of one
To please my father and excite
My juvenile ambition
But all I have seen
Is dead children and old men
I have aged in a few months
And found bitterness
My tent buddy is dead
Another statistic for the army
A bad dream for me
And horror I will never forget
In forty years will I still cry
At my companies dinners
Wonder why I was there at all
Will I be uncomfortable to be with
As I cannot forget the commandment,
' Thou shalt not kill '.
War dosen't only kill bodies it kill insides and souls of feelings while the body is still alive, i believe you saw both kinds of killing, all i can say to you is try to forget what have been and start to live what will be, nice poem and said nothing but the truth thanks N.R
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can't imagine that pain. Moyax