WAR and DEATH - holding hands

One shoot.
Its all that takes.
Make a pain in those splitted eyes
and that is all it makes.
Suffer, in a child.
A cold fire in a war,
no one could satisfie.
Without wanting more.
It begs for an end.

You had a glimt,
a sight of a crying girl.
She stood there holding,
her mommas haircurl.
With all stolen from her hand,
the soldiers taken those ways.
With a mumble of "for the country",
they shoot her blank in the face.
Leave tears to empty up,
the firefilled skies.
You moved on with your helmet on,
to not be the next who dies.

So you pick up a gun,
you pick up the fight.
Scream or just gets shocked.
cuse the thruth is no pretty sight.
Your eyes reflects cruel faces,
in turn reflecting cruler ones.
Officers shouting for you to shoot,
all the women who runs.
Without a thought on what your doing,
they soon lay on the ground.
Someone drops a photo,
but it never makes a sound.

Dont dare look down,
on what ground your walking.
Where the mud is a puddle of blood,
people lay dead, untalking.
When you have fought through anger,
it feels like none of your soul remain.
Paralyzed of death in your dreams,
cant wake at night in a way that's sane.
So you stand at your window,
feeling nothing but the cold.
Chilled in to the corner,
cuddled in lies you've been told.
And your ears can still make out the voice,
of a man in costume, smiling but not sad.
Happy that you killed the familys,
in the country that was told as "bad".


with the cheets drawn up to your eyes,
you lay awake again one night.
and underneath lay the pillow,
clawed and hold thight.
As your brother hunts your mind,
with his blood stained all over you.
Shocked eyes cant forget,
the sins upon him too.
And in the drawer next to you,
lay the gun with memorys triggered.
through a simple mans eyes,
your life feels outfigured.

One shoot.
Its all that takes.
Make a pain in those splitted eyes
and that is all it makes.
Suffer, in a child.
A cold fire in a war,
no one could satisfie.
Without wanting more.
It begs for an end.

It begs for an end.





Poetry by Aubrey
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Written on 2008-03-03 at 19:48

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