A gunshot; a terrified screech echos. The child's facial expression.
Filling with anxiety he identifies the culprits twisted smile.
And the American badge.
Scanning the dead, feeling the bloody footprints, a devastated family- reality hits.
Tasting his hopelessness, terror impinges, all virtue has faded.
Puking, shaking, panicking. The body, intestines, this souls stopped heart.
He is an American soldier, now longing for morality.
The war has set.
5 comments:
I really like that you wrote this as if you were there when it happened and really connected to the picture emotionally.
the poem makes me really want to see the picture
your discription is very good, and the story behind your poem is realistic and very easy to picture.
"He is an American soldier, now longing for morality."
This is really beautifully put together and the subject material is very somber and intense. Great job expressing these horrors with grace.
the word choice is amazing! this is such a beautiful poem very well written!
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