June 6, 2011 - 4:51pm — moonsoverwater
The Battle, Not The War
A thousand tiny eyes stare in to me as I grip my weapon
Its three prongs sharp and ready to do battle
The black ground around us signals it is time to fight
A thousand green soldiers begin to litter the black earth
some fight back, some are buried
most fly through the air as they are ripped from their positions
Most just willingly die
kamikaze so their children can again grow from that black dirt.
Unwanted amongst the beautiful things.
They die so that the pretty ones can live.
Though they all are colored alike,
Though they all eat the same,
Though they all refuse speech.
They are unwanted and I was hired to kill.
Thousands would die by my hand and my weapon.
Thousands of seeds to germinate later.
So is a gardener's work
Wonderful! ♥ I
I sometimes feel bad weeding the garden, myself...they are all just plants, trying to live and grow, after all.
I especially like these lines:
"Most just willingly die
kamikaze so their children can again grow from that black dirt."
^^^ I agree with the love for
-nod nod nod- This is pretty~ You have a gift. ♥
Thank you, both of you. ^^
~blush~ I am flattered.
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I thought of this while weeding my mom's garden yesterday. I had to pull a million little tiny baby weeds... and it made me upset... so this popped out.
I am glad it is getting good reviews <3
(thanks, starling! The avatar is amazing! And Thanks Pretzil for the siggie!
Beautiful and heartbreaking
Beautiful and heartbreaking words! This is touching!