I just rewrote this poem, from the skeleton of one I wrote in High School. I liked the message, but my writing skills were pretty shoddy back then, and it didn't flow for shit, so I rewrote it. I thought it was kind of fitting, considering out current situation. It's called Battle Cry
Battle Cry
I sit in shock up on the hill
We've won the battle, yet I feel no thrill
As my newfound brother lay before me, silent...
Never to speak again.
I am a man...I cannot cry.
I've answered Our Nation's call to arms
I came over excited, determined to inflict harm
Upon this nation of evil doers.
I've done it, and I've done it well
I am a man, I cannot cry.
The wind blows across this bloodied field
We maimed and killed them, but they did not yield.
We're trying to help these people
But they keep attacking us
I am a man, I cannot cry
The hand raises up of a man I once knew
A solitary pillar on a backdrop of blue
Before I get there, his hand falls
Never to raise again
But I am a man, and I will not cry
The wind cries for us
All these men, this dust
Because I am a man, and I cannot cry
*In retrospect, this poem still doesn't flow, and it's kind of juvenile, but I"m gonna post it anyway*