Poem as a soldier.

I feel like it's ripping

Pulling

Killing

People all around me

On top of me

Like I can't breathe

Feeling nothing

Seeing less

After the golden army comes

They want nothing else

But our blood and terror

See it in my eyes

While I feel the pain of this barrier

The only thing remembered of foolishly brave soldiers

Is nothing but a golden disguise

Disgusting behavior

As I drown in my "saviors" blood

I have myself thinking

I would have rather drowned in a flood

It's like I'm being buried alive

Technically I am

Here's some famous last words

You will NEVER see the end.

Well, that is a poem i wrote two days ago but forgot to post on here. The poem I wrote is based on the third chapter in Guns, Germs, and Steel.

Peace.

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