I Can't

 

I can’t see the stars here 

I can’t see the lights  

My mind is telling me they’re here 

But they must not be that bright 

 
 

I can’t smell the grass here  

I can’t smell the air 

Everything is stale and hollow 

Without Mother Nature’s care 

 
 

I can’t hear the wind here 

I can’t hear the silence 

There’s so much noise that fills my ears 

Too much death and violence 

 
 

I can’t taste the food here 

I can’t taste the blood 

My mouth is full of it I know 

Along with dirt and mud 

 
 

I can’t feel at peace here 

I can’t feel at home 

This Earth is like a barren desert  

That I alone must roam 

 
 

I can see death here 

I can smell the blood and hate 

I can hear the crying of the wounded  

I can taste the bitter bile of fate 

 
 

But still I can’t accept it 

I’ll never understand why 

War is seen as necessary 

And why the innocent must die 

 
 
 

 

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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