The Mercenary

Just when you think memories die They say your life flashes before your eyes Silent nights Scripts of peace in a new born life Hunger in days Taken back less for what poverty weighs A couple visits to I-C-U Now as a ghost I see you Pain inhabits reflection My anger and aggression Smiles and faces child’s and different races In my final poem I lay it down a mercenary Look to heaven with no commentary Double jeopardy A sinner plagued with leprosy Broken jewels In hands of an innocent man It's going to be a little blood shed For the faces that weren't fed Walk as mortals on the day of the dead Even in God's hands there’s a little bloodshed