On the front line
Bang, there goes another.I shot a son, a dad or somebody's Brother.
I didnt't want to, I had no choice,
"you have to shoot" said my captains voice.
"Its you or him" my own voice said.
What would my mum think if I were dead?
My feet are wet, and I'm covered in mud.
I look and my hands and they are drenched in Blood.
I cant't escape what i have done,
after pulling the trigger of that Gun.
A Mother must bury her Son today.
With him on her mind, she's feeling such pain.
Bang, there goes another.
the last thought in my mind is my Mother.
The pain that she will go through,
as soon as she finds out.
The same as the other's Mother
I have no doubt.
Poetry by Amelia scrogie
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Written on 2017-06-07 at 20:29
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