A Collection of Poetry

War (for a novel I will soon write)

Freedom, is what we fight for

In the midst of war, death falls upon some

We wield our weapons, and with strength fight for it all

But why can't their be peace?

Why must someone claim it all?

Because there has to be a dark and light side

How do we tell which is which?

If we kill them, doesn't that make us dark too?

What if we are light and they are dark?

Aren't we doing something right?

I look around myself now, death reaches my nose

No, this is not right at all

I make my stand, throw down my weapons

That was my mistake, for the other side does not see what I do

One person comes out of the blue, and my life is not spared

Now that I am dead, I still wonder

Who is who?