Of Wars and Friendship

The bombs explode and the missiles fly past. Fiery clouds of smoke thicken all around. Yet with these moments, though they were my last, I would contemplate something so profound. With my best friend I set out together On the belligerent pursuit of peace. For homeland. For loved ones. For the better. We dreamed of coming back home in a piece. Then boom! On the ground the shot leaves my friend. Faintly, with his last breath, "Goodbye" he said. Sweat. Blood. Grief. This is how it's gonna end? Once again, for war, a dear price is paid. Warriors are supposed to be tough, I know. But, for my friend, I'll shed a tear or two. I wrote this poem as a response to the invitation, from a friend of mine, to make something out of a picture of a soldier clutching his dead comrade and weeping bitterly.