Duties End
At the window where I sit and stare
I see a soldier walking bare
He’s face is wrinkled and full of doubt
“Stop the war!” I stand up and shout
Still he marches on to duties end
My message of guilt I shall send
But he can not hear my selfish cries
As he wipes his tears and dries his eyes
Still he marches on to duties end
I yell and tell him “I’m not a friend”
Yet he cleans his riffle and points it toward the sky
Several shots are fired not knowing why
Still he marches on to duties end
With smells of death his country he must defend
Yet at the window looking through
The soldier now sits cold with his meal overdue
Still he marches on to duties end
As he struggles with war and wants to amend
Lonely soldier now standing still
Amongst the mist and daffodil
He has now reached his duties end
Its time to lay down its time to mend
The soldier has not moved since he lay down
As I look through my window I now have a frown.
Jan.27.2016
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016
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