Each break off (or just line) is for a different P.O.V so I put each one differently depending on who is talking.
Grass, sand, water
All have soaked up the blood of the innocent,
And of the guilty.
But for what purpose?
We're all the same yet different,
Why can't we get along?
No hate, No violence, No inequality.
Why must we kill each other?
Killing my brothers and sisters
Leaving my love and children,
All for what?
Freedom?
Equality?
Peace?
No, all of it was for power
Their so called "peace".
My life was for nothing after all.
My love dead, my child dying,
Dragged out of my home
Now tossed into hell.
I begged to be returned home,
Only to find out it had been burned.
Recovered from grief,
I hold the one belonging I have,
My family in my hand,
Hopes high,
I receive a letter,
Only to find my hope crumble once again.
My child dead,
My love gone,
I will soon join them.
No hate, No violence, No inequality
No War.
Author's Note: Favorite and/or Review my poem if you think I did a good job, and if you have questions about any of my poems (upcoming or already "published" poems) please just ask me in either the reviews, email, or however you want to. -Kleine Dämon