I try not to think too much
Of what would be my life’s real role
if your wars hadn’t burned to ashes
The jungles of my soul
You say that this is but a brief struggle
And that the fear, with all, will pass
But will you never understand
That you can’t mend shattered glass?
Your hatred crashes like rough waves
Onto the seashells of my mind
And you lie that it’s all for my sake
But this fight is yours, not mine.
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Author:
AL17 (
Offline) - Published: March 15th, 2022 12:29
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this from the perspective of a soldier addressing our world leaders. It's definitely especially relevant today and I hope it resonates with you.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments2
Wow what an impactful poem. You truly conveyed this message sincerely. It's a rough time we're going through but I hope to see better days. An amazing piece of persona poetry right here. Well done and the imagery was very apt for your message.
Thank you soo much for this comment Rocky! Means quite alot.
Dictators always tell the people what's good for them. I think the Russian people might just know now, and action will be taken.
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