How can you ever picture a war?
Is it by the screams of innocent people;
As they break the silence of the aftermath?
Or is it by the piles of ****** bodies;
Enveloped with foul smell and black, thick flies?
How can you ever imagine the battles?
Can you feel how it's like;
To hold your own flesh and blood in your hands?
Can you even relate;
How your skin rips apart by cold steel?
How can you ever put yourself in their shoes?
The guilt and the rush;
As you pull the trigger and explode their heads?
The sound of cracking bones and spurting blood;
As you dive your knife deep into their hearts?
How can you even dare to think about the fallout?
A loud cry of a young boy;
Holding his father's limbs?
A banging shriek of a woman;
Holding her baby without head?
A silent weep of a young girl;
Holding her broken doll as her house burns down?
The sobbing tears of a man;
Holding his beloved whom burnt to a crisp?
HOW ? HOW? HOW CAN YOU EVER PICTURE A WAR?
.... I can't
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
How can you ever picture a war?
Is it by the screams of innocent people;
As they break the silence of the aftermath?
Or is it by the piles of ****** bodies;
Enveloped with foul smell and black, thick flies?
How can you ever imagine the battles?
Can you feel how it's like;
To hold your own flesh and blood in your hands?
Can you even relate;
How your skin rips apart by cold steel?
How can you ever put yourself in their shoes?
The guilt and the rush;
As you pull the trigger and explode their heads?
The sound of cracking bones and spurting blood;
As you dive your knife deep into their hearts?
How can you even dare to think about the fallout?
A loud cry of a young boy;
Holding his father's limbs?
A banging shriek of a woman;
Holding her baby without head?
A silent weep of a young girl;
Holding her broken doll as her house burns down?
The sobbing tears of a man;
Holding his beloved whom burnt to a crisp?
HOW ? HOW? HOW CAN YOU EVER PICTURE A WAR?
.... I can't
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