One Man's War
I didn’t see it coming.
It landed by my ear.
The loudest thing I ever heard,
and now I cannot hear.
And oh the silence scares me.
I miss the sound of shells
and bullets passing by my head.
My eyes begin to well.
The others are all lying
arms and legs awry,
I wish I could get out of here,
can no-one hear my cry?
And now I see them coming
towards me through the mire,
their lips are moving as in prayer
but no, they do not smile.
I don’t know what they’re saying.
I see emblems on their shirts,
their angry faces close to mine
while I writhe here in the dirt.
Their weapons are all pointing
towards me as I lay
in the debris of my fellows
that died here on this day.
I don’t know if I’m speaking,
I can’t hear my own voice.
I try to say I’m wounded
and I didn’t have a choice
They don’t seem to understand me,
their language not the same.
I’m scared misunderstanding
will make me lose my brain.
And then, as one, they’re fallen
And lay there on my friends
I lose all feeling, my eyes close
And there my own war ends.
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