The sight of burned bodies,
The smell of rotting human skin,
We are surrounded by the victims of war’s wrath.
How horrid can a war be?
The landscape which used to be green and lush,
Now black and barren.
The rivers which used to roar with pure blue water,
Now tainted with the blood of millions.
As we walk through what used to be a beautiful village
Now charred flesh and bones.
One woman, barely recognizable as such
Is found cradling her child of no more than 1 year old.
And I can’t help but to think what happened?
What happened to all their hopes?
All their dreams?
Burned?
Rotten?
Growing in a new sapling?
Flowing down a red river?
No. Forgotten. In this poem, I was trying to convey themes of life being too precious for war to ruin and how easy it is to overlook all the victims of war. Not only does my poem have two lives that are taken by the war, it also speaks of how war affects other types of like such as trees, forests, and life in water. This connects back to the book in the sense that when O’Brien killed someone, he regretted it and started to wonder how the soldier’s life was before the war and stated observations about him such as the boy’s “body was small and frail” and he probably “wanted someday to be a teacher of mathematics” and could tell that the boy was “not a fighter” (O’Brien 119). My poem instead looks at the future …show more content…
I tried to pick on how easy it is to overlook victims of war that aren’t soldiers, such as civilian casualties, which is what the