I Know
Rebs Kim
Dull sensations
Bleeding out
As each breath is taken
Blood pulses out
Tingles are running up and down
It cold
So cold
A brother shakes me
It’s too hard to get up
Maybe I should lay here for a bit
Just a bit
There’s something wet on my face
It’s warm and salty
I am crying
Crying because I know
The poem written by me is laced with propaganda because of the language and vocabulary. I chose to use very simple words in order to heighten the emotional value present. It narrates the dying moments of a soldier as thinks to himself. I feel that this piece really shows what it might mean to be a soldier and allow the reader to open his eyes. The poem is made for the reader to empathize the soldier and imagine the horrors of war. Therefore it is propaganda.
Stop defending something you don't even know about. He'll die out there.