I've always wanted a group response to this poem.
Feel free to tear it apart. I wrote it in high school, and now am in college so I won't take it personally.
A conversation with my mother about the wars we were in at the time inspired me.
Fields drown in blood and flesh
As their hearts are torn with sorrow
Dream linger through the valley of death
With no hope for tomorrow
I will hold my head up high
Salty Tears wipe clean the blades
Of those who once were strong
Silence burns their tortured souls,
They remember whom they've wronged.
I will hold my head up high.
Burning bodies dust the meadow,
Caked in sweat and soot,
Soldiers cry as they pass
Bleeding men on foot.
I will hold my head up high
Heroes fall to their knees,
They begin to lose their minds.
No faith could save their dying souls,
As they cross their enemy’s line.
I will hold my head up high.
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