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War My rating for this poem: **
(*-pure crap, **-Not so Great, ***-Farely decent, ****- Excellent, *****- Outstanding)
I wouldn't ever be able to kill with ease, I wouldn't ever be able to
please,
The dead and wounded of those who are lost,
And I couldn't replace their souls.
If I ever took the life of a man, than I'd cry a river, across the land
I wish I could be there to hold his hand,
if I ever killed, if I ever slayed.
His family needed him the most, his brother, his son, now hes a ghost
His ten month old daughter, and now he is gone, never to raise her, or his
son
I killed another, just last week
Through the scope of my gun, put a cap through his cheek
Saw the blood run, like the fluid of life
Drain out of his body, never more see his wife
Killing is pointless, less given a reason
Like fighting to live, or resisting treason
But killing to slay, hear the words i say
If you kill for thrill, than your blood will be spilled
Taking a life, be it with gun or knife
Is hard to do, when the killing is through
A soul floating on, whose bound to roam
A soul that didn't have to float home
A lost ragged body, lifeless some how
Don't you regret killing him now?
Be the bullet or sword, it felt terrible
Killing that man was just unbearable
You have to fight on though, you can't give up
But the guilt and shame are too much to bear
So out of the trench, your body exposed
A bullet does strike, your skin it does tear
Now you are bleeding and thrashing around,
Your life is seeping into the ground
And all around, the grisly sound
of others who die, lost soul not found
A lesson learned before you go on your way
Killing is wrong, if done for the pay
Killing is wrong if done in vain
Slaughter is wrong, if done just to mame
as well as killing, to make the land tame
But fighting for freedom, or in God's name
Earns you the right to call yourself brave,
Every man dead, another man saved.
