One Bullet

Hola! El poema que escribió Su me hizo acordar de éste que escribí el año pasado. Es algo extraño, y tiene una cosa que no significa exactamente lo que dice ahí, haber si descrubren qué es...

One bullet

Never had it been real.
It seems now that we’re older,
I have broken the seal.

Massive confusion taking over.
Massive destruction ahead.
Do you see it and get it?
It’s hanging on an iron thread.

The battle has begun.
She’ll win, but what about her sons?
Nowhere to go and all alone,
Just no place to go.

One is after her,
As she goes for her prize.
It’s not much further,
Not out of sight.

Nothing matters,
There are no signs,
Like a lighthouse.
Like a cat unaware of the mouse.

Surrounded now,
One way or the other
A matter of life and death,
Love and unhappiness.

Tremulous to the thought;
She wants to kill them both with one shot.
Not possible only one bullet,
-Fell back, dropped the gun.-

They both run and instant truce,
Not fear but total pain.
Waking up, she’s there,
Oblivious and starts to wail.

Held by four hands,
She smiles and kisses them both.
She drops to the ground,
She had sold their souls.

Choosing to give in her own,
She wanted one, not both, not none.
The three wake up in the sea of blood.
Together died, and now revived.

If you had been there

If you had been there

If you had been there, you would have known,
When the war broke out as a cold sore.
If you had been there you would have known,
About all who fought and are now long gone.

On a warm and humid evening,
Calmly the German came.
Blasting their weapons,
Herding millions of men as it were a game.

They wanted unity and perfection.
They wanted all Jews and difference gone.
Ha! They could stand no objection.
They would kill all deformed sons.

There could be no rebels,
Otherwise they would be gone forever.
The leader controlled everything and all,
Even the worst of all brawls.

A battle arose and bonds were torn loose,
But some united and kicked plenty kaboose.
Planes in the sky, bombs in the air,
Sudden explosions that made things unfair.
People were trapped, if not already killed,
But justice wouldn’t stop even if death rates were filled.

New days had to dawn, they seemed eternally lost.
Everyone knew the war had a great cost,
But it was needed, needed it was.
The mere thirst for clangorous war was the cause.

Nations everywhere fought with great power.
Their hands were tough and their faces sour.
The opposing forces were quite strong,
But slowly reducing; they knew they were wrong.

Finally the battle reached its peak.
Many wished it back, wished it wasn’t death they found.
It was all left to meticulous technique,
And quickly there was no more suffering sounds.

The leader now walked in the crowd in complete darkness.
It seems he couldn’t hold the harness.
People got sick or suffered, others died;
It finally stopped with a hard collide.
But the leader ran away,
Because he knew he couldn’t stay.