Note: Thought of this during Civics when we were talking about WWII and how completly devistating it was for them and us. Also This is Yami's P.O.V (yeah he's my fav chara so mosta mah poems are about him and Yugi.) And he's walking through a bombed out town in Germany, he comrades are dead and he's looking for Yugi and the gang. But this is WWII and Yugi doesn't come along until about 65 years later. I know it might be odd but I express my feeling through characters and poetry and that's what I'm best at. Also to explain Yami's perdicament, this is after he depart into the past. And now suddenly by my act of randomness is in WWII Germany. The funny thing is when I first thought of this poem I wanted him to be American, because I am. But then I realized (Baka me) that Japan was also in the war so I leave it up to you to decide which side he's on.
As a side comment-do you peopled think I do better at peotry or fanfics. (personally I think I'm better at poetry. I mean whipping up a two pagepoem in ten minutes is pretty good.)
WWII (Wondering Why)
As I walk around me bodies lay
Their screams and cries fill the night
Yet not a sound is made
It's enough to bring one to fright
And wish it was day
This war, it's gone on to long
I lost…too many friends of mine
Hearing that same song
I take this as a sign
I wonder why I'm here
In this place, this time
I wish I could disappear
I'm going out of my mind
I was in the future
Then the past
Now I wander
My face aghast
These are not my subjects
This is not my home
I lost the ones I tried to protect
And now I am alone
I wander through the streets
Cold and dark
Missing what I seek
This war's left its mark
It has devastated millions
And taken many lives
My only thought in question
How many more will die
It was a foolish thought to think
That at one time I lead a country like this
Thought I wasn't out for power, or domination
I stop and think of those I miss
I wish I could end this frustration
Prison camps, concentrations
I ponder why
Was I sent to this location
Enslaving mankind
That was the ways of old
But it seems that the story of time
Is being retold
Everywhere I stare
Grief and sorrow
It makes me question do people care
About whom they hurt tomorrow…
