1862 Blog Post- Poem (Kiana)

I look into his eyes,
I hear his voice quivering voice saying
“Please sir don’t shoot.. I have a family.”
I picture of my children at home,
Smiling, and laughing.

I question if what I’m doing is wrong.
How am I able to live with the blood on my hands?
How am I able to live knowing I’ve killed?
Brothers, sons, husbands, fathers.

I question what it’s like to die.
Will I cry?
Be scared?
Being the monster I am,
Killing those who I have,
I believe I should.

Hearing his screams as I snap back from thought,
I realize he had ran away during my mental break.
General Lee looks me straight in the eye and before he says anything.

I know what will happen.


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