I lay there in a puddle of blood.
The ground around me is churned to mud.
Why do people always have to fight?
It just turns their minds from the Light.

There is a man dying near me.
His mouth moves wordlessly.
To the brim with blood, his mouth is so full.
The only sound he can make is a gurgle.

Insects drone endlessly,
High above this mutilated scene.
I wish I could get up and leave,
As I hear someone wretch and heave.

Vultures circle way up high
About the battlefield where I lie.
Quickly my life ebbs away.
I will not live to see the next day.

Violence never solved anything.
Young lives it is wasting.
Suddenly, I see a bright light.
Now I may finally leave this fight.

01/02/2005

Posted on 01/02/2005
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