I wish to feel at home no matter where I am.
Call me brother regardless of my tan.
My accent- to you is incomprehensible.
But "friendship" is a word, in every language
With arms open- please do greet me.
Not with missiles and tanks- welcome me.
Please succumb to my calls of PEACE...
Not my mother's flesh but the scent of flowers-
I wish to smell in the breeze!
How did we end up like this at loggerheads?
From a simple misunderstanding-
To mountains of lying-
Let's talk it out and stop all the deaths and the killing!
It was just yesterday that i had allies-
I responded to their needs and their cries.
On the battlefield I am solitary-
My company are the dead.
Just took a bullet!
Peace at last...To my true home i head!
| I understand what you're going for here, but I'm afraid I'm just too sore against politics to critique it fairly...||| Posted on 2007-12-17 00:00:00 | by gavinspikenard | [ Reply to This ] || Very powerful. I love the ending there, you concluded very well. You know I am looking for poems like this for a project of mine that the proceeds will go to charity are you interested?||| Posted on 2007-12-16 00:00:00 | by MaxHam | [ Reply to This ] |