I was once young and naive
And played with plastic toys.
Through youthful eyes I seen,
War like other boys.
When I was young and naive,
I stood plastic soldiers in a line.
Some aiming their rifles on knees,
Others stood ready to fire.
A young and naive boy was I;
War was just a game.
Plastic soldiers could fly
And come back to life again.
But, that was when I was young and naive,
Soldiers aren't really plastic toys.
War is nothing like I've seen,
It engulfs all of it's girls and boys.
Now that I'm not young and naive,
I realise my mortality.
Sometimes afraid to sleep,
Because of those scenes of reality.
No longer young and naive,
War is really hell.
As much of it as I have seen
And much more than I can tell.
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Revelation
PuisiRevelation is a collection of poetry that deals with the souls struggles. It could be who we cling to in times of trouble or how we deal with these battles make who we are and who we become. Revelation consists of ten parts that each part is a diff...
