My brother writes poems, and I'm trying to convince him to try and publish them. Not all of them are about war, I thought this was just a good one to post. I think they're really good, but I'm biased. What do y'all think?
If you've never been to war then you'll never understand
What is does to a human to have to kill another man
Or a woman or a child, their bodies dismembered
The mind does dangerous things to try and never remember
Your buddy on a table, dying before your eyes
But you're forced into a mind frame you can't even think to cry
Patiently waiting as he breathes his last life
Remember seven months ago when you met his kids and his wife
Clean up the mess and prepare for another
Another husband and a father, a son and a brother
Bombs pouring down from the sky like rain
Until you're used to explosions and the blasts are mundane
Your mind goes into numbness to deal with the danger
And if you happen to make it back you walk the streets like a stranger
An innocence is lost that is never regained
And no matter how hard you try, you will never be the same
Every single day people are out for your blood
They hate you for no reason, in the name of god up above
Half of my soul is still roaming those sands
Anything pure in me was shed away in those lands
Many gave some, but some gave all
The rest of us back home are still re-learning to crawl
I have deep embedded wounds that you can't see with the eye
Looking back on what we payed, I still ask myself why
I have no enemies, Iraqi or other
We're all connected people, just sisters and brothers
But so many have died in this ongoing fight
And just because you're still breathing doesn't mean you're alright
Families are ruined and people are changed
Many battle tested teens leave the country deranged
War crosses a line that can't be uncrossed
So many have payed the costs and so many lives have been lost
Looking another man through the scope of a weapon
It doesn't just kill him because inside you are deadened
Walked away from the battle never the same as before
For it's true, only the dead have truly seen the end of war
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yeah this is true,, some of my good friends aren't doing so well, unless they are always on the go. that's how to get through it, don't dwell or think about anything.
and no bewbs!!!.
But seriously that was a good poem.
Good poetry, tinned.
OOPS! I forgot boobs. Sorry!
is this a declaration against DeadMansPoint?