Look into the eyes of innocence,
Staring down the barrel of the gun.
Fear and hunger in every tear,
Broken windows to the soul,
Shaking hands, soft and small,
Smeared with blood and dirt,
Scarred and starved and beaten;
Once a child, now a machine.
Look into the eyes of innocence,
Staring down the barrel of the gun.
Fear and hunger in every tear,
Broken windows to the soul,
Shaking hands, soft and small,
Smeared with blood and dirt,Should be a full stop i think..
Scarred and starved and beaten;
Once a child, now a machine. Best line in the poem to me!![]()
Look into the eyes of innocence,I think this entire poem and the subject as a whole is an oxymoron. I think people especially in the western world couldn't imagine a child killing anyone. It reminds me of this song.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DP-WC73izJM&feature=related
Staring down the barrel of the gun.
Fear and hunger in every tear, personally these are my two favorite lines in the poem.
Broken windows to the soul,
Shaking hands, soft and small,
Smeared with blood and dirt,
Scarred and starved and beaten;
Once a child, now a machine.
Look into the eyes of innocence,
Staring down the barrel of the gun.
Fear and hunger in every tear,
Smeared with blood and dirt,
Scarred and starved and beaten;
Once a child, now a machine.
Look into the eyes of innocence,
Staring down the barrel of the gun.
Nate wrote:And if YWS ever does become a company, Jack will be the President of European Operations. In fact, I'm just going to call him that anyways.
Look into the eyes of innocence,
Staring down the barrel of the gun.
Fear and hunger in every tear,
Broken windows to the soul,
Shaking hands, soft and small,
Smeared with blood and dirt,
Scarred and starved and beaten;
Once a child, now a machine.