Friendly Fire
I lower my eyes in sadness
A tear falls to the ground
The death tolls rise
It’s called friendly fire…
Through my tears I smirk
And think, glorification
How can one even justify
The loss of innocent lives…
Friendly fire…
An interesting term
Do we say please and thank you
Before we shoot…
I shake my head
Too many thoughts
Too many opinions
All around me…
Death should be natural
Not a result of revenge
They say its about a personal freedom
Everyone is free when dead…
It’s about choices
Has anyone asked
Isn’t there a better way
Where freedom can be lived
Trish,
An emotional poem that paints a gloomy picture of a war. Your work evokes the grief of losing so many innocent lives. The question that makes everyone ponder: can a war really brings freedom? Is it justified? A very powerful work with a strong message!!
Jeff (Toronto, Canada)
Your work paints a gloomy picture of the loss of innocent lives. It makes everyone ponder how freedom can be attained through war. Is it justified and at what cost? A powerful poem with a strong message. Super!
Jeff
Oh, my friend, when we have women in charge this will change.
Send this one to Cindy Sheehan.