Looking around
The battle was rough
The bodies were spread all over the field and
the smell of the red juice was in my nose.
Some lost their boots but limped on the blood of my companions.
Before we had a nation , a family
See it in the atlas and you will find it
We can't go there now, my dear, not now.
Through the smoke we couldn't see the golden sickle.
This battle called as a war isn't a war but a butcher's shop
Death,the final bridge of my life is calling me behind this wall of red juice.
I am ready, I cannot go back
The end is calling me I should go for my nation, my family
This life to be sure is not a big thing but we, youngsters think it is
And we are young.
-a tribute to the our young soldiers.
YOU ARE READING
Life #courage
PoetryAll that life gave to me , i write it through texts my thoughts may be wrong, my feelings may be good enjoy if you want ,if you don't thanks Time for humans to wake up
