Nothing To Save

by The Blonde Nerd

Graff's point of view when, apparently, he's feeling a little depressed because it seems kind of sad. I didn't mean it to be but it is so hey. I'm actually very proud of it.

I do not own Ender's Game

The children walk

like little soldiers

Heads raised high

A great weight on their shoulders

What are we doing?

The answer is this?

Our little destroyers

Barely human at all

Every mistake

Is a knife as they fall

The parents are angry

For what we have done

But if we did nothing

More outrage would come

A position like this

Is not a good one at all

What is the point?

The problem's too tall

It doesn't matter.

For the decisions I make

Will always be wrong

Is our defending a mistake?

Our humanity's gone

Along with our hearts

Our compassion has left us,

Our souls have gone dark

There's nothing to save

As our lives mean nothing

Maybe the Formics

Know what they're doing.

I'm a writer, not a poet so it may not be the best. I didn't mean for it to be so dree, but it did and it took me a half hour to make it flow like this so it stays! Reviews are nice, maybe I'll right a happy poem next time.