sub_johnWA
11-29-2008, 12:04 AM
Hey, this is the first poem i have ever shared with anyone, so please be nice!
That dreaded day, my country came
Just another pawn, for their game.
Away I went, my life i employ
They'll make a soldier, from a boy.
I get my boots, my uniform, im told the battle plan
They give me the gun, that will make me a man.
I'm rushed to the front, we will win in a day
Shock is all I feel, so much death and decay.
I see my target, take my shot, I kill for Uncle Sam
Just like that, I'm banned from heaven, i could hear the gates slam.
Who am i, to take a life, put him to the firing squad
I'm now a villian, through the eyes of my god.
Behind, infront, no escape I see
That cloaked figure of death is stalking me.
I try to run, I try to flee, but my fate is looking dire
Impending doom I feel, until Im hit by machine gun fire.
I want to stop this happening, I wish I knew how
But nothing is real but pain now.
The warmth of friends, family, now all seems surreal
The cold caress of death is all i feel.
Fire and brimstone, it's such a horrible smell
For fighting this war, I was condemned to hell.
My country brought me home in early December
They buried me deep, and no one can remember.
That dreaded day, my country came
Just another pawn, for their game.
Away I went, my life i employ
They'll make a soldier, from a boy.
I get my boots, my uniform, im told the battle plan
They give me the gun, that will make me a man.
I'm rushed to the front, we will win in a day
Shock is all I feel, so much death and decay.
I see my target, take my shot, I kill for Uncle Sam
Just like that, I'm banned from heaven, i could hear the gates slam.
Who am i, to take a life, put him to the firing squad
I'm now a villian, through the eyes of my god.
Behind, infront, no escape I see
That cloaked figure of death is stalking me.
I try to run, I try to flee, but my fate is looking dire
Impending doom I feel, until Im hit by machine gun fire.
I want to stop this happening, I wish I knew how
But nothing is real but pain now.
The warmth of friends, family, now all seems surreal
The cold caress of death is all i feel.
Fire and brimstone, it's such a horrible smell
For fighting this war, I was condemned to hell.
My country brought me home in early December
They buried me deep, and no one can remember.