Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2010
I am taught to obey your every command.
You ask me to move away, many a mile,
to loyally do your bidding, by killing.
Hey mama! When am I allowed to smile?

Across the partition, I see my kin.
I am asked to rewrite their fates.              
I put a bullet in a husband, a father.
Who will answer for me at the gates?

The smell of molten lead when I charge.
The smell of searing flesh as I flee.
My life will never be the same again.
Hey mama! Will you take care of me?

A sudden gush of incomparable love,
engulfs me as I walk in the door.
The music of my little girl giggling;
Hey mama! Will I hear it once more?

The mud, soaked with my brothers' blood.
Innumerable, with their heads askew,
breathe their last for a cause so trivial.
Hey mama! Does it look right to you?
Written by
Shailendra N
753
     D Conors
Please log in to view and add comments on poems