Another Man Saved


My rating for this poem: **

(*-pure crap, **-Not so Great, ***-Farely decent, ****- Excellent, *****- Outstanding)

I wouldn't ever be able to kill with ease, I wouldn't ever be able to


The dead and wounded of those who are lost,

And I couldn't replace their souls.

If I ever took the life of a man, than I'd cry a river, across the land

I wish I could be there to hold his hand,

if I ever killed, if I ever slayed.

His family needed him the most, his brother, his son, now hes a ghost

His ten month old daughter, and now he is gone, never to raise her, or his


I killed another, just last week

Through the scope of my gun, put a cap through his cheek

Saw the blood run, like the fluid of life

Drain out of his body, never more see his wife

Killing is pointless, less given a reason

Like fighting to live, or resisting treason

But killing to slay, hear the words i say

If you kill for thrill, than your blood will be spilled

Taking a life, be it with gun or knife

Is hard to do, when the killing is through

A soul floating on, whose bound to roam

A soul that didn't have to float home

A lost ragged body, lifeless some how

Don't you regret killing him now?

Be the bullet or sword, it felt terrible

Killing that man was just unbearable

You have to fight on though, you can't give up

But the guilt and shame are too much to bear

So out of the trench, your body exposed

A bullet does strike, your skin it does tear

Now you are bleeding and thrashing around,

Your life is seeping into the ground

And all around, the grisly sound

of others who die, lost soul not found

A lesson learned before you go on your way

Killing is wrong, if done for the pay

Killing is wrong if done in vain

Slaughter is wrong, if done just to mame

as well as killing, to make the land tame

But fighting for freedom, or in God's name

Earns you the right to call yourself brave,

Every man dead, another man saved.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Killing is wrong.  Unfortunately, it's one of those things that happens from time to time.  Would you be able to live with yourself if you killed?  If we all put down our guns for five minutes, freeze frame the battlefield, think before we shoot, then we could work some things out.  Some things are unworkable.  Some can be talked over.  Take the bullets out of the gun.  Better yet, throw the gun to the side.  

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