Owain Glyn


I'm not Human, Anymore.


Today I saw my enemy
He looked like me
Surprisingly.
Two arms,
Two legs,
A normal head.
I did not care,
I shot him dead.

He lay there
Staring at the sky,
I bent my head
And watched him die.
He didn't have the breath
To plead,
All he could do
Was twitch, and bleed.

I felt no trace
Of sympathy,
It's better him
Instead of me.
I turned my head
And walked away,
I'll try and kill
Some more today.

I've grown to love the blood and gore,
I'm just not human, anymore.
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Submitted: Monday, February 25, 2013
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A soldier's perspective.

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  • Lynne Fincherspringarden (2/26/2013 1:02:00 AM)

    What a sad choice war leaves us. We either give up our life or our humanity. Not a good trade on either counts. Very well expressed in poetic style. (Report) Reply

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