my world history class was assigned to write a poem from what we interpret from the great war. i thought i would just put it on here because it's a poem. it's different from what i usually write.
Uniforms freshly washed by their mothers
"don't cry, I'll be back soon"
Being sent off to the misinterpreted
"it's going to be great lads"
Thrown down deep into the trenches
"this war will be over soon boys"
With rifles in hand
"we used to play army as kids in the fields, this is just like it"
Forced to kill people that look the same
"they're the enemy, kill them"
Uniforms drenched, covered in mud and their brothers' blood
"the storm should pass in a minute"
Humans killing their own kind
"it's what's right"
What is right or wrong anymore?
"does that matter? we'll be heroes"
Scarred for the rest of their natural life
"we'll feel proud and glorious when we go home"
Finger on the trigger
"we can win this fight"
Gun's muzzle still trained on a human
"we can't help him any longer"
But it's not across no-man's land but to their own head
"coward."
