The War

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As I sit here,

I can see the war.

Yet I remain blind.

I'm only seeing

through a veil.

I don't see the true pain and suffering

this war has caused.




The North and South

fighting over petty things.

We've all said that we've learned from our mistakes.

But have we truely learned?



I sit in this desk,

watching silently

as we cheer on the suffering of the Emnemy.

Watching the

smiles creep onto their young faces.

And I smile a small smile.

Glad that they're happy.




It's almost feels surreal.

I'm there,

but not.

Through the noise,

I'm transported to a battle field.

And I'm sickened to my soul to what I see and hear.





Bodies scattered

on the ground.

Manny loose limbs

as well.

Shot off by bullets,

ragged pieces of clothing.

Still hang onto the arms and legs.

Filthy with dirt and gun powder.

Stained crimson with blood.





Forgotten dreams,

thickly fill the air as the lost souls wonder.

And the wails

of the newly widowed lovers.

Sorrow,depression,and heartache.

All in one cry.

Begging for them to come back.

But they know as well as I do.

It's too late.

They're gone.





I fall to my knees,

seeing little difference

in this war.

Even though I'm blind,

I see a little clearer.

We haven't learned,

but have fooled ourselves

into thinking we have.

Generations of lies

we have conviced ourselves to believe.

Me,women,and children.

All lost in these war.

All to prove who's better.

But we're too far gone to notice.





Too far gone to realize our mistake.

Our fatal flaw will kill us all.

I smile sadly at our world.

And a few tears fall down my face.

Taking a rifle from a dead soldier,

and load it.

I thank the man,

although he can't hear me.

I put the rifle to my temple.

and pull the trigger.

''I hope we open our eyes soon.''

I say softly as the bullet rips throughout

my skull and brain tissue.

And I fall beside a dead man.





I hope we open our eyes.

Because we stand no chance as we are.

But there's a slight chance that we will.

Because we remain sightless in the war...

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