Soldier
I stand sentinel in the hot fierce sun.
Wondering why I’m in this hostile land
It’s not my style to ever turn and run
Fixed to the spot sweating from gun in hand.
The training never led us to expect
the fear and horror of modern warfare.
Seeing such Pain, blood and fear leaves us wrecked
For all our comrades we really care.
The time has come for us to move inside
Streets brimming with woman, mothers and child.
Forward, stride by stride keeping eagle eyed
No one knows who is our foe in full streets
Then from a place to my side, woman drops
her rag doll child and opens fire. Silence
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