Battlefield Horror
Find myself alone on the battlefield
knowing that my fate is signed and sealed,
enemy standing before me in sight
Is what we are doing so wrong or right,
I'm looking at him, he looking at me,
my job to kill him, his job to kill me,
gun in hand heart beating,adrenaline flowing
starring, it's him or me both not knowing,
Is he thinking what I'm thinking, feeling bad,
can see he is not that old just a young lad,
then I see a tear rolling down his cheek
But this is war, I can't show that I'm weak,
it is my duty it's whats expected, no mercy
takes aim though trembling, feeling unworthy,
he now drops his rifle, then drops to his knees
looks me in the eye and whispers don't please,
fighting for King and country, I have no choice
can't allow myself to listen to his pleading voice
all I can hear is what my superiors have said,
shouting I'm so sorry, so sorry, then shot him dead.
for what I've just done, can't live this life any more
ramming my bayonet into my stomach and fall to the floor.
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