Redemption

a poem agains war

The blood ran down his steely blade

no thought or worry to the orphans he's made

He had fought a good fight

For all that was right.

Yet the blood on his hands lingered on.

 

He was a pawn in the hand.

Of his uncle Sam.

Yet the guilt on his mind.

Unforgiven with time

Haunted his dreams without mercy.

 

No longer would he play this role.

He was a man, he had a soul.

A killer no more

They can fight their own war.

All he sought now was peace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

This was on my mind... I know its not perfect, but something I've been thinking about a lot lately.

Reviews

[Simone]

wow this was really great. i really enjoyed it.

[Charisma]

I enjoyed the read thank you for sharing

[Vidya Bacchus]

this is a wonderul poem about the effect of war.great write