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…