Battlefield

• Artist: RedWhiteBlack
• Description: I was searching through all of my old computer files and came across this old poem I wrote a while back for my Grade 10 English class. I considered editing it, and applying some new knowledge and insight to it, but I think it works how it is. The childish and juvenile manner kind of works for it, I guess. I'm not saying it's fantastic, but I figured I'd like to see how it fares against most of what is seen in the arenas nowadays.
  
  I'll accept criticism, but please try and keep it constructive.
• Date: 12/11/2008
• Tags: battlefield fight child playground siren

The siren blares. We
file out, soldiers
going off to war.

But we’re not really
soldiers. We are kids
entering an unforgiving
battlefield of acceptance.

The fortresses tower
over us like massive
metal machines, waiting
to crush the unlucky.

I look around. Kids
running, screaming
for no clear reason,
enjoying the chaos of war.

I look around. It is
so juvenile, so childish,
but still… they look like
they’re having fun.

I hear my name. It is
a gunshot amidst the
screams. “Jon!” the gunshot
calls, “Come and play!”

I look at them, skeptical
and unsure of what to do.
They call again. I go, but
I am stopped by the
sound of the siren.

The children freeze like
deer caught in the headlights.
It lasts only a second, then
they charge in, soldiers
running for the kill.

Comments

[RenaChanXD]

Its really good, but I wanna know what its about...