Okay, this is a poem about my feel on this spot, in an EXSTREMELY DRAMATIC way. I'm sure tu can figure out what it means:D
Well, here goes nothing...
I'm on enemy's land, in which i see the world
In other's eyes, wihtout a clue of what to do
If other's fire, unknown to what the others percieve
As the world's attire, unsure if even i
Could yeild my weopon, and leave myself vulnerable
To another's mere threat, sure that if it came to it
I would drop a bomb, and leave it to undo a good one's deed
Of making ground for all with good enough heart
Only to serve myself of my own greed
Though I'm not so sure, who owns this land?
Your o me, them o us?
I still feel a certain peace, an odd truce
Between those that have been sworn
Eternal enemies.
That, I believe, I shall never know.
(end of poem)
What yall think? Please, AT LEAST rate. comentario if tu should be so kind.
Well, here goes nothing...
I'm on enemy's land, in which i see the world
In other's eyes, wihtout a clue of what to do
If other's fire, unknown to what the others percieve
As the world's attire, unsure if even i
Could yeild my weopon, and leave myself vulnerable
To another's mere threat, sure that if it came to it
I would drop a bomb, and leave it to undo a good one's deed
Of making ground for all with good enough heart
Only to serve myself of my own greed
Though I'm not so sure, who owns this land?
Your o me, them o us?
I still feel a certain peace, an odd truce
Between those that have been sworn
Eternal enemies.
That, I believe, I shall never know.
(end of poem)
What yall think? Please, AT LEAST rate. comentario if tu should be so kind.
