To The End.

This poem that I composed was inspired by "All Things Not Considered", written by Naomi Shihab Nye. I choose to share from a soldier's point of view because I believe that not all of them are cold-hearted as we were told. They might have been pressured by their superiors to carry out missions that they themselves are going through a war within themselves for murdering innocent people.

It is entitled To The End because the persona might not get the chance to leave the army and for that he is stuck in a situation whereby not only innocent people are dying, his soul as well. If he is able to get out from the army, he would have the difficulties in forgiving himself or to move forward with his life and thus ending his sanity. War is never a win-win situation, it is suicidal.

The gunshots have become my heartbeat

but I did not sign up for this.

The screams have become my song

but I did not sign up for this.

The cryings have become my lullaby

but I did not sign up for this.

The corpses have become my companion

but I did not sign up for this.

"In the system we trust."

With every beg for mercy

I stab my own sanity.

With every blood dripping

I choke my own throat.

With every eye dimmed

I curse my own soul.

With every body 

hitting the ground

God is taking away 

my breath on this world.

"Don't ask how will the country serve you,

but ask how would you serve your country."