People will hurt

I do not own Gundam Wing

A/N:   Okay this is my first attempt at rhyming poetry. It was born during a 30 hr train ride and I had nothing left to read. So I tried to write and came up with the first stanza said "Hey that rhymes!" and decided to write a sonnet…it didn't work. I ran out of lines before I ran out of things to say. So it became this ballad thing. After many attempts (I had no thesaurus on the train...and did you know nothing rhymes with soldier!?!  Except Folgers and buggered if I was going to put that in the poem ^_^) This is want I ended up with so I hope there's something good in it ^_^

So let me know what you liked, didn't like, thought was weak, was your favorite line, was amazing confused with, or if I should try rhyming ever again!

A Soldiers' Legacy

People will hurt,

And people will cry

But for what it's worth

Fewer should die.

The sun sinks low,

And night descends.

Fates puppets know

That tomorrow it ends.

Morning brings light,

And hope disappears.

Today they must fight.

They silence their fears.

The slaughter has started

The outcome is known:

Their lives have been bartered

For the 'good of their own'.

They sell souls to the devil

Their superiors don't care

"Just kill all the rebels

And those who might dare"

"We won't have the death

Or cause needless pain.

If we are to die

There must be a gain."

Despite the fives vow

The voice had its say:

"Just destroy it all now

You'll die either way

"You really mean nothing.

Just pawns in this war

Made for the killing

Why does it matter what for?"

There're so many things

One person can hold.

But they've seen all war brings,

And their hearts are too cold.

Their bleeding hands

Are bloodied once more

But for the sake of this land

They will end the war.

These ones are Fates' bane

They will have a say

They won't die in vain.

The five back away.

The light was near blinding

Everyone stunned

People just finding

The five were so young

There's no mark of their toil,

No monument, no stone.

Just a small plot of soil

Where nothing has grown.

People have hurt,

And people did cry,

But for what it's worth,

Fewer did die.

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