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This is my battle

Poetry By: mik31035
War and military

This is just a poem I wanted to write from my mobile while I played Battlefield 3. I am also making this into a sort of series (it you have read Letter Home and The Last I Heard you will understand)

Submitted:Jan 29, 2012    Reads: 47    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

My gun recoiled violently in my hands,

I unleash hell upon my foes.

Why are we on this barren land?

From what I can gather, nobody knows.

We are pawns in this sadistic battle,

Nobody care if we die.

We are nothing more than cattle,

Cannon fodder, I tell you, that's no lie.

I have killed again, shot him through the heart,

He hit the deck, unmoving, unknown.

He is finished now, he has played his part,

His destiny, his fate, taken by me alone.

The shooting slows, eventually dying,

Like the soldiers around me.

Their souls are now flying,

Hopefully there they will be free.

Now we have time to morn,

To look to our fallen friends.

This fills our minds with more than scorn,

A hatred to kill, 'til the bitter end.

I fight, knowing one day I will die,

Doing what is customary for this country.

I will soon be with my dad now it's 1945,

He died in the great war, and took my mother from me.

So here it is, my time is near,

A worthy foe to answer my call.

I now have nothing to fear,

I am with my parents, all I've ever asked for.


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