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I Couldn't Help Myself, So I Helped You...

It was within his power
He’d trained for all of this
He had the means to stop it
but watched them die of evil’s kiss

There were no pleas of mercy
“Kill me, I won’t resist”
Shoot me with your gun
beat me with your fist”

The question nagged at him
Were they really wrong?
How could they be so sure
could he ever be that strong?

To stand and witness for a truth
he wasn’t sure he knew
After all, what they said;
just another’s point of view

Stay your hand, don’t get involved
Let them kill me and my wife
It’s not for you to say, my friend
Sheath your “holy” knife

How can you understand my kind?
You weren’t brought up that way
All life is sacred, sancrosact
Find it in your heart to pray

Pools of blood at children’s feet
poured from innocent smile
There is such hate, and madness
born from evil’s guile

There were tremors in his hands
A roaring in his ears
he watched them smile and die
Like they hadn’t any fears

The laughter of those demons
drove him quite insane
Stuck daggers in his heart
sent shivers to his brain

“What’s this, a weakened warrior?
Has your strength all gone away?
Do you not care at all?
Are you hearing what we say?

Rightgeousness is power
given to us all
We are, just who we are
Pride goes before the fall

Rage exploded from his breast
control was thrown away
He opened up his angry heart
killed so many on that day

With flying fists and biting tongues
He screamed out all his pain
With flames and bullets whining
an explosive love did rain

When it all was over
quite before he knew
He said; “I saved you from yourself
I did it all for you”

There were no sobs of gratitude
on the battlefield of silence
They cried; “We died for nothing
our standard fell in violence”

As he limped beaten, off the field
he just couldn’t understand
these foreigners and their thoughts
in their war-torn lands

They’ve set themselves on fire
in protest of this war
given up their lives
“ Don’t come back here anymore”

“Let us die in peace
and turn the other cheek
Leave your bombs at home
let us die here, do not speak

Now the legions of all evil
march in dusty, bloody coups
We see it everynight
on our T.V. News

I find it all too strange for me
I cannot comprehend
I watch here from the sidelines
while they kill my friends

But if that is what it takes
to prove my love for you
I’ll turn my conscience off
I’ve done all I can do

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Structured: Western
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After hearing that a long-time friend of mine had called his son a killer for joining the Army and seeing a comment that calls people who join the military stupid, I went back to look this one over and make a few changes. I think that it is still relevant and wonder if maybe we should disband our armed forces to let those who prey on others weakness, have their way.
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Hi very interesting poem with a message "not at my door" comes to mind I thouroughly enjoyed

was inspired by a comment made here. The particular comment was, "It is never right to kill." I wondered what kind of effect that might have on someone that has seen the atrocities that are committed against people that want nothing more than to be left alone. The Buddist monks of Nepal being the first to come to mind. Thanks for the read and comment. ~ Geezer

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was lucky in that I have never been to war. This confusion of purpose and self doubt is what I've often imagined a soldier must feel when at war in a strange land

I guess the losing of sight in my left eye, [which kept me from going to Vietnam] was a blessing.
At the time, being an altruist who wanted to liberate the South Vietnamese and the rest of the world from the grip of Communism, I thought that I was being deprived of an opportunity to "Do my part".
I understand now, that it would have been a travesty that would have perhaps blinded me in my mind.

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