War Poem
As I run, as I walk, as I limp
my eyes never seem to clear
all I see for years past and years to come
friends, family, blood
never taking a day off
I fight as though I were a kid
but no war alows kids in the field
all of us became men
I don’t quite get the point
about us killing one another
all we’ve been told
is that we believe in freedom
while they do not
and looking back at what I’ve done
I can’t imagine going forward
and I would rather die than go back
What a world we ive in
told what to do, told what not to say
when this war is over
where am I going to be
will I be home and alive
will I return in a wheel chair
will I lose my limbs to a cannon
or will I just die…
