The War
The dawn is breaking,
It is the beginning.
The war is rising,
The warriors are fighting.
Fear engulfs you,
People to support are only few.
No one knows what it is,
Because everything they see is new.
They give you a gun,
With nowhere to run.
You choose to fight,
For this is what you think is right.
You are their pawn,
And it still is dawn.
You move forward,
To prove you’re not a coward.
You remember your god,
Ask him for his nod.
With nothing but a dime,
You know it’s time.
The shooter is ready,
Your hand is steady.
Your finger finds the trigger,
The bullet in the air keeps getting bigger.
Time slows down,
They surround the town.
The bullet is spinning,
The enemies are winning.
You see your face in the bullet’s shine,
You can see its path in a line.
Aimed for your running heart,
It is coming faster than a dart.
You can feel the lead in your blood,
You then fall down in the murky mud.
You ask mother Earth for her help,
Your throat can’t do anything but yelp.
You try to rise,
It feels as if your fate is being decided by a game of dice.
You fall down,
But you will not lose your crown.
You aim for his head,
With the gun, now covered in red.
Pulling the trigger seems so tough,
The blood on your hands makes the gun rough.
You give in your all,
Waiting for his fall.
The bullet finds his skull,
Your vision becomes dull.
Your body becomes numb,
You hear a thump.
You know he is dead,
With your piece of lead.
You now regret it,
For you know they had set it.
You will now be, where he currently is;
But now you wish if one of the shots had been a miss.