My vision is blurry
The taste of blood in my mouth
My limbs refuse to help me
My life has taken a wrong route
A figure stands above me
With weapon in hand
I scream and shout with a broken voice
I try my best to stand
Elsewhere, a soldier stands
Protecting those in need
A bullet’s fried; he hits the ground
Another spirit slowly freed
A fellow soldier cries out to him
His eyes are filled with tears
He falls to his knees and draws him close
War is the reality of fears
Another scene, of a house on a hill
Quiet, dark, and dreary
Blood soaked hands from a lifeless body
The result of drunken fury
Red and Blue lights come into play
A man taken away in chains
His actions tell the harsh truth of life
Proving its monstrosity and pain
We go now, to a place far away
In a forest so dark
A crime is committed
One done without heart
A shadowy figure toils with a shovel
Digging then burying one so violated and pure
His lust for blood is a consuming sickness
A sickness with no cure
Hatred can breed misfortune
And infect the minds of the innocent
Thousands are lost to this devilish feeling
And lives are broken and bent
We go throughout our regular days
Care free and unaware
Lives taken; loved ones lost
It’s a dangerous world out there
Violence is never ending
Forever a part of this world
No man is safe
For this, I mean every word
Darkness resides in us all
Even in the purest of souls
It hides and waits for an opportunity
Then finally takes hold
War is a gruesome history
A history that binds us together
We can’t change this violent world
Then again, it won’t stay that way forever
So lift up your weapons
And say your good – byes
Like I said, we can’t change the world
But we sure can try!
What do you think of the world today? Do you think it could use a lot of work? Or do you like the world as it is? Are there flaws you that wish weren’t there? Or is it perfect the way it is and better than you could ever imagine? Is the world a place you would want to live? Or have you given up on it?
In my opinion, this world kind of sucks.
Then let me explain.
In certain parts of the world there is war and carnage. There are people in the right and others in the wrong, yet both sides receive loss, and for what? We, referring to all the people with homes and a safe place to live and grow, on the other hand don’t bother or worry about it all because we’re safe on this little island and far away from any danger, and how long will that last? Like I said in the poem, we can’t change the world, but you can be sure we’ll try.
In history, there lived a cruel and selfish man that started a war which lead to a numerous amount of deaths, and his name was Adolf Hitler. His name has gone down in history for his evil and horrendous acts toward others and the lives he has taken along with the massive effects on numerous countries. He was truly one of the worlds many horrors.
I guess the next thing to say is, be glad you’re this lucky not to be a part of the horrors of the world. But are we? Are we separated and uninvolved in such things? Physically we aren’t, but emotionally and spiritually, we are. What I’m trying to say is that the terror and violence of this world can start from the smallest things, so something small can fix it. We can be that small difference. We may not make a whole lot of difference at first, but we can start by not contributing anything else to this.
Let’s start by loving others, forgiving when we want to hold grudges, and turning the other cheek when we want to fight.
Only we can fix the mistakes of man – kind, so let’s start now before there’s no world left to fix.