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?
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.