Found this unfinished poem in a notebook while cleaning up
I wonder what it must be like
To be in the midst of war
To fight for a cause you don't believe in
To kill those who don't believe as you do
The sounds of bullets flying past your ears
I wonder what it must be like
To be in the midst of war
To fight for a cause you don't believe in
To kill those who don't believe as you do
The sounds of bullets flying past your ears
