Poem: The Two Sides Of War

by Abid Ali

It felt cold on that first day,

And I’ll never forget how,

It was an adventure, an escapade,

Of some sort in the here and now.

I felt the surge of rush and thrill,

Motivated by a simple goal.

And so at last came my first kill,

The wait to collect my first soul,

The time that had finally come to an end.

The wait.

Long and tedious; I could only commend,

Those who survived their otherwise doomed

fate.

Of course it is an honour to

Have served, and go

Surely it is a crime to

Return with the glory of a hero

I will

Loathe those who hold their heads high

Because they think that they are the best,

because they will

Feel no guilt to the misdeeds they did

I

Refuse to accept that what I did was right

But they

Mock us, destroy us inside out

I don’t understand why they think that they

Return on the idea of victory

We all will

Have suffered the biggest loss.

Just as we

Build our pride tall and high,

We know we will fall, and yet we

Cannot give a reason why.

No matter what we do, we

Give up

The truth is that we will never

Move on

The one thing that we can do is

Remember

But

The pain it brings,

It’s not worth

The blood, the dead, the cries and screams

Without

Going, I would never have found out that,

I truly am thankful for

Coming back

Coming back

I truly am thankful for

Going, I would never have found out that,

Without

The blood, the dead, the cries and screams

It’s not worth

The pain it brings,

But

Remember

The one thing that we can do is

Move on

The truth is that we will never

Give up

No matter what we do, we

Cannot give a reason why.

We know we will fall, and yet we

Build our pride tall and high,

Just as we

Have suffered the biggest loss.

We all will

Return on the idea of victory

I don’t understand why they think that they

Mock us, destroy us inside out

But they

Refuse to accept that what I did was right

I

Feel no guilt to the misdeeds they did

Because they think that they are the best,

because they will

Loathe those who hold their heads high

I will

Return with the glory of a hero

Surely it is a crime to

Have served, and go

Of course it is an honour to

Those who survived their otherwise doomed

fate.

Long and tedious; I could only commend,

The wait.

The time that had finally come to an end.

The wait to collect my first soul,

And so at last came my first kill,

Motivated by a simple goal.

I felt the surge of rush and thrill,

Of some sort in the here and now.

It was an adventure, an escapade,

And I’ll never forget how, 

It felt cold on that first day.