AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this about a year and a half ago. It's about a soldier.
I have only hope to go on, but can't,
Can I asked something, that you can grant?
Tell our children, I tried really hard.
War is only like a losing card.
Played and Tossed,
and my life, it now costs,
Tell our men that they fought well,
The hope of winning, no one can tell.
Tell the people, I tried too,
But also tell them, my life will be a-new.
Tell our enemies, and our brothers,
We're all the same, just like the others.
I'm wishing one more hour,
to see you, a shining flower.
But my time has come,
My hands are getting numb.
I shall tell God that you should win,
And I will tell him, you're only killing for the safety of your kin.
Moments pass, and I shall go.
Oh please, please, do not say no.
I will see you up, up there.
Deal with the others in car.
Thus is the time,
To die, and end this rhyme.
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