Being A Soldier

By Lawrence Ruth 5 months ago

We were sent to war Thousands and thousands of us, To fight for the peace of our nation. A nation filled with tribalism, To restore peace and lost properties. Everyday is war, man feels for no man, Thousands upon thousands died. Our hands are filled with blood, The blood of thousands of people. After the great combat, What was left of us was a pair of black Dirty boots and our damned rifles and guns. Definitely if you wish to imagine what we look like, You can picture what the World War II soldiers looked like. Hand in hand and shoulder to shoulder We took our wounded fellow to an old iron bus Waiting to take us home. No time to laugh or smile, As we could only console each other. As we pass through the hills and rocks, We thought of our fellows and opponent Who kicked the dust and couldn't make it, We thought of the state of their wives Definitely weeping widows who can't be consoled. The memories of the brutal war, The impetuous kill... read more

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