Soldier -
Silently waiting, rifle in hand
Observing the enemy; like ants in the sand
Lowering the sights, no time for regrets
Distant gun fire; how many are left
Injured or dying
Exhausted, bereft?
Remnants of war we must never forget.
Copyright © Tricia Lucas-Clarke | Year Posted 2011
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