Poetry : If I were a teenager during the Japanese occupation

Full of hurt
Full of sorrow
Bringers of death will be here on the morrow
Yesterday was fine
Until the bombs made their way here
Even our protectors needed protection
From Changi to Red Hill
A trail of red both innocent and not
When will the bullets stop?

My brother and father gone
Live in the green we shall
Tyres for feet, innovations from need
The bloody sun still shines.
Cries of women can be seen
Are we all not human?
Chosen by a higher power to glorify
The land in the East.
Do they deserve praise?

Life must still go on
Even if rain of tears continue
But is the hope I dream of
Just in my own world?
Somebody save the Silk Road,
The light and young feet
Will somebody save me?








*Confession time -.-, ...wondering why so many poems at one shot?
Ans: The computer is unpredictable, so i am trying to preserve as much of my works on the net as possible before i have no choice but to throw the PC out the window... Bare with me please?
Oh, and this particular poem was written for a class assignment in JC but weirdly enough i was never told how i faired for it....Anyone care to do some critique for me?*