Okay, this is a poem about my feel on this spot, in an EXSTREMELY DRAMATIC way. I'm sure u can figure out what it means:D
Well, here goes nothing...
I'm on enemy's land, in which i see the world
In other's eyes, wihtout a clue of what to do
If other's fire, unknown to what the others percieve
As the world's attire, unsure if even i
Could yeild my weopon, and leave myself vulnerable
To another's mere threat, sure that if it came to it
I would drop a bomb, and leave it to undo a good one's deed
Of making ground for all with good enough heart
Only to serve myself of my own greed
Though I'm not so sure, who owns this land?
Your of me, them of us?
I still feel a certain peace, an odd truce
Between those that have been sworn
Eternal enemies.
That, I believe, I shall never know.
(end of poem)
What yall think? Please, AT LEAST rate. commentaar if u should be so kind.
Well, here goes nothing...
I'm on enemy's land, in which i see the world
In other's eyes, wihtout a clue of what to do
If other's fire, unknown to what the others percieve
As the world's attire, unsure if even i
Could yeild my weopon, and leave myself vulnerable
To another's mere threat, sure that if it came to it
I would drop a bomb, and leave it to undo a good one's deed
Of making ground for all with good enough heart
Only to serve myself of my own greed
Though I'm not so sure, who owns this land?
Your of me, them of us?
I still feel a certain peace, an odd truce
Between those that have been sworn
Eternal enemies.
That, I believe, I shall never know.
(end of poem)
What yall think? Please, AT LEAST rate. commentaar if u should be so kind.
