This poem could be from Kira's point of view or it could be from some other Bajoran's POV. In other words, there is nothing about this poem that is specific to any character, but you could read it thinking of Kira if you would like!

"Bajoran Strong"

Green fields now dusty plains,
Market streets now ruined lanes.
Smiling neighbors turned pale as ghosts,
We now have nothing good to boast.

When the land knows blood as well as water,
When children know not play, but slaughter,
I wonder how hate can be so real,
How one can turn our peace to fear.

Prophets, why do you turn away?
I have to fight, but I want to pray.
Against the Cardassians we stand,
Please help my people, help our land!

I'm thirteen now and here I stand,
No more smiles, weapon in hand.
But Leja stands beside me with strength,
I know with my friends, we can go the length.

We run across a dried out valley,
A broken village, a darkened alley;
One hand holds my phaser near,
One draws strength from the symbol on my ear.

My hands shake, my eyes well with tears,
I know today might overcome me with fears.
I look to Leja, she looks to me,
We know after today, we might cease to be.

But we are Bajorans, we will prevail;
We will live to tell this horrid tale.
The Occupation serves agony and pain,
We will fight 'til Bajor is ours again!

I watch as the enemy kills my people,
Tearing us down, seeking to cripple.
The wounded cry out, the enemy smirks,
A sob escapes me as I feel a jerk.

I look down to see my shoulder bleeds,
I know not which fighter did the deed.
I search for Leja, my comrade, my friend,
But all that I find is her pitiful end.

Prophets forgive me; I am too scared!
Leja has died and I've only stared.
I haven't fought a single foe,
I can only look on and pray they will go!

Now when I pray and think back on the past,
I wish I could've fought to the very last.
A friend met her death because I was too scared,
If only I had been prepared.

But what happened then must be pushed to the side,
The Cardassians are gone and new problems arise.
Fighting factions, a lost Kai,
Bajorans must bid the past goodbye.

But as I stand here, cold and alone,
I realize the new person this war has grown.
When once my people knew naught but peace,
We now know we need strength for violence to cease.

I pray with my people and I stay true to my heart,
I find my spirit has gained a new start.
Half my heart holds dear my gods,
And half my heart holds dear my cause.

As I look back on this past, one thing is true:
The Cardassians killed all that we knew.
Our loved ones, our livelihood—the list is too long,
We know what they did was nothing but wrong.

But what they don't know, what they didn't foresee:
They couldn't destroy our will to be.
The battle was fierce, agonizing, and long,
But they made us strong. Bajoran strong.

I hope you liked this! It's my first poem, so please send me a review to tell me what you think. Thank you for reading! :)