war poetry

I AM BUT...

I am but a grain of sand, 

Pretending to be part of this land, 

Sifting through the plains of strife, 

Trying to figure what to do with this life.

I am the grass that plays in the wind, 

Swaying in the breeze on those that sinned, 

Happy in the rays of brilliant light, 

Being crushed by a hate filled blight.

I am but a flake of snow, 

White in the drift, watches me flow, 

Stained red with blossomed poppy I be, 

Frozen forever but still wonderfully free.