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Unrest

I hear their battle cry,
I watch them fall and die.
I see the terror on their face,
Why are we even in this place?
Their bodies litter the ground,
The dead and the dying are all around.

Blood splattered grass,
My mind travels back to the past.
Forgetting all the bloodshed,
And instead traveling back to my warm bed.
I think of peace,
Praying all the screaming will cease.
I wish I wasn?t hear,
Surrounded by all the fear.

With tears in my eyes,
I take one final look towards the sky.
This is my final resting place,
I see my death on your face.
I?m dying of this gun shot wound to my heart.
I love you,
But we must part.

Goodbye for now,
I'll see you again.
Our friendship will never end.

*My poetry....*