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Poem I wrote for Language Arts Class
Hi, this is just a poem I wrote for my LA Class, the subject was "The World As I See It."
Mine was a more cynical view, and it was in the view of a Ex-Soldier, to honour my cousin, who died in the Marines.
“Trust Me”
-By Alex Nguyen
The stench of death fills the air; sieges strike terror in our hearts
Maggots spread like the mist of the mourning sky.
Gaping wounds, bullet shots, punctures.
The dark red of blood, splattered on bodies.
Soldiers, sent off to kill “for their country.”
But little do they know, they will be visiting death’s doorstep.
The government, “To create a more perfect union.” Yet, I’m still waiting for the change.
We must be careful as we look into the abyss, for it looks into us.
Each country, concerned for itself, tries to grow bigger. Have more power.
They must have willing people, and they will not stop here.
Wars break out, like a case of chicken pox, people in anguish, they shout out, “Save Us!”
And the governments strike them down, saying, “No.”
More wars, threats to our Country like bees to the hive
The gunfire cracks the air like a whip
The explosions, the death looms into our mind’s deepest corridors
A horror we cannot forget
The foul beast that is the truth, lurking within our souls.
The blood, the sorrow; anguish
No love without hate, peace without war, life without death.
Trust me.
Hi, this is just a poem I wrote for my LA Class, the subject was "The World As I See It."
Mine was a more cynical view, and it was in the view of a Ex-Soldier, to honour my cousin, who died in the Marines.
“Trust Me”
-By Alex Nguyen
The stench of death fills the air; sieges strike terror in our hearts
Maggots spread like the mist of the mourning sky.
Gaping wounds, bullet shots, punctures.
The dark red of blood, splattered on bodies.
Soldiers, sent off to kill “for their country.”
But little do they know, they will be visiting death’s doorstep.
The government, “To create a more perfect union.” Yet, I’m still waiting for the change.
We must be careful as we look into the abyss, for it looks into us.
Each country, concerned for itself, tries to grow bigger. Have more power.
They must have willing people, and they will not stop here.
Wars break out, like a case of chicken pox, people in anguish, they shout out, “Save Us!”
And the governments strike them down, saying, “No.”
More wars, threats to our Country like bees to the hive
The gunfire cracks the air like a whip
The explosions, the death looms into our mind’s deepest corridors
A horror we cannot forget
The foul beast that is the truth, lurking within our souls.
The blood, the sorrow; anguish
No love without hate, peace without war, life without death.
Trust me.
