Victim of the Trench 1918
I WAS PURSUING A CAREER IN DENTAL AND ORAL SURGERY
NEVER THOUGHT THE WAR WOULD LEAVE A FATAL MARK ON ME
THE SECOND YEAR OF STUDY CONSISTED OF FIELD REVIEWS
OF THE DENTAL CONDITIONS OF BATTLE FIELD CREWS
THREE OF US BOARDED A BUS AND HEADED TO THE ATTRITION
WE HAD TO WAIT FOR DARKNESS TO COVER OUR SIMPLE MISSION
TRAVEL IN DAYLIGHT WAS FAR TO DANGEROUS AND INSANE
CHANCES WERE YOU’D BE STRAFED BY A BRITISH PLANE
THIS WORLD WAR WAS RAGING FOR NEARLY FOUR YEARS
A NEVER ENDING CONFLICT FRAUGHT WITH LINGERING FEARS
WE ARRIVED AT THE TRENCH AND WERE SHOWN WHERE TO SLEEP
AWOKE TO AN ARTILLERY BOMBARDMENT, MY APPOINTMENT TO KEEP
IN ORDER TO ESCAPE I RAN TO THE OTHER END OF THE TRENCH
AS I APPROACHED I SAW IT WAS OCCUPIED BY THE FRENCH
I ATTEMPTED TO GO BACK TO THE PLACE I HAD COME FROM
SOME ONE JUMPED IN BEHIND ME BUT I CONTINUED TO RUN
I TURNED TO FACE WHOMEVER AND SADLY UTTERED MY PLEA
AN ENEMY SOLDIER TOOK HIS BAYONET AND RAMMED IT INTO ME
HIS BAYONET ENTERED MY CHEST I KNEW I WOULD NOT SURVIVE
RAISING MY HANDS IN SURRENDER FAILED TO KEEP ME ALIVE
THAT SOLDIER WANTONLY KILLED ME MY HANDS IN THE AIR
I WAS UNARMED AND DEFENSELESS BUT HE DIDN’T SEEM TO CARE
ALL OF US THE DEAD, PILED IN A HEAP AND THEN SET ABLAZE
WITH MY LAST BREATH I CONCOCTED A VENGEFUL PHASE
I’LL HAUNT HIS EVERY MOMENT I WILL NEVER LET HIM REST
HE CAN CLOSE HIS EYES WHILE HIS COHESION I’LL TEST
I’LL APPEAR AT EVERY FUNCTION WHERE HE SHOULD ENJOY
I’LL DOMINATE HIS DREAMS WITH HIS SANITY I’LL TOY
THAT MAN CHEATED ME OUT OF A KNOWING A WIFE
OF HAVING A FAMILY AND LIVING A FRUITFUL LIFE
HE STRUCK ME DOWN SUMMARILY I WAS NOT YET NINETEEN
HE CHEATED ME OUT OF LIVING MY UNFULFILLED DREAM
VICTIM (2)
I’M SURE THAT FROM THE MOMENT HE EXECUTED THAT LUNGE
THAT FATAL LOOK ON MY FACE HE WOULD LIKE TO EXPUNGE
NOT GOING TO HAPPEN THAT DEATH LOOK IS GOING TO STAY
HIS OWN FEELINGS OF GUILT WONT LET IT FADE AWAY
I CAUSE HIM TO WONDER WHO I MIGHT HAVE BEEN
I WANT TO CAUSE HIM PAIN FOR COMMITTING A SIN
KILLING AN UNARMED MAN CAN’T BE BLAMED ON THE WAR
TAKING A LIFE MAY BE THE MIND SET HE HAD LONG BEFORE
CONFLICTS CAN ALTER THE ETHICS HE FOLLOWED AT HOME
I’M HIS ALBATROSS, HE’LL NEVER BE ALONE
FOR THE REST OF HIS BEING I WILL BE HIS DAILY PHANTOM
A ROVING SPECTER THAT HIS CONSCIENCE CAN’T RANSOM
I KNOW THAT HE’S NOT SHARED THAT LIFE CHANGING EVENT
NOT WITH HIS CONFESSOR HE WOULD HAVE HAD HIM REPENT
ITS VERY LATE IN THIS PSYCHOTIC MATCH WE’RE STILL PLAYING
FORTY YEARS OF ANGUISH FOR AN UNWARRANTED SLAYING
HE’LL SOON CROSS OVER THE INFINITE AND ENTER THIS PLACE
I WONT SHAKE HIS HAND I’LL SPIT IN HIS FACE
Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2016
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