As I look out into the landscape
My body starts to treble and shake
I feel as though fear has over struck my body
Fear is war
As I grab my gun, cocking the bullet in the chamber
I feel power, order, and justice
People screaming and people dying all around me
I feel a warm crimson fluid splash on my face
My friend has died, by his own gun.
I fell myself die, every bullet I fire, my body screams
Screams for my family, dead friend, and my beliefs
Tears pour out my eye’s as I feel the recoil hit my soul
I have nothing left, but the fear, and the mist of war
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem