Dear Mr. Soldier,
This weight of loss is like a boulder.
As your attention slipped,
That last shot was hit or miss.
One order changed a life,
And many more joined the strife.
Was it reality or nightmare?
Either way, my scream was there.
Is battle just how you find
Another way to waste your time?
Thanks to you, I want to die.
My laughter lost it's natural high.
You made my life a living heck.
Your life is good, on that I'd bet.
One of yours did something wrong,
Next I knew, my world was gone.
As your resolve grows hard and cold,
This war you wage is getting old.
Can't you see the pain you cause?
Death and tears and wounds and loss?
Rage and hate burn within.
I just want this war to end.
On my face, my tears feel hot,
From the girlfriend of the boy you shot.
I wrote this in my English class last year. We had to write a letter poem, and this popped into my head.