Escape: Unit 731

14 year old pow love story.

Our wounds open
For our freedom,
I'll die for you
For you to leave them.

Experimented
for no reason,
Prisoners of war
We're known as treason.

Our village caught
In the middle of war,
Women are shot
While children are gored.

I remember the days
Me and you would have fun,
Now our roads are broken
Covered in blood.

School's now over
No time to pretend,
The war just started
They kill for our land.

They keep us alive
Just to test if it works,
But hurts
And it burns.
The surgery's stronger.

The infection is growing
As our village is burning,
They won't close our eyes
Cause they know we are blind.

Suicide out the question
They start vivisection,
Your womb is infected
Please stop the dissection!

Please...

She's screaming for me.

Please...

Don't take her from me.

Please....

She's not the person that you
need...

We're as innocent can be...

They took our life
They took our land,
The smell of rotting flesh
Went straight to my head.

Forty forced in a room
Only meant for two,
Thirty dead turning blue
Drowned within these fumes.

She now has a rash
That she scratch till she bleeds,
It's not what it seems
When devoured by fleas.

They took her away
While I fought back,
They made an example
And injected anthrax.

Reviews

[Manu]

Harsh reality is very courageously you have tried to put in words. This was a very sad write but very nicely written. Several innocent lives get lost in wars. Nothing remains the same not even the same roads and villages we knew once. It is really painful to even visualise this write. Dangerous and horrible situations have been wonderfully expressed in this write. War led by killing weapons can never end on a good note that is a fact proven.
Very nicely written. Thanks for sharing.

[EssenceofDaringx]

Noooo! Such a sad ending. I wanted their love to go on forever.

[Giulia King]

Amazing poem! So sad and powerful. I really love it :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A sad tale in the poem. You create bad place and dangerous situation. When war is alive. People in the way of war pay the price for hate. The poem had a feel of real suffering and war. Thank you for sharing the powerful poetry.
Coyote