The last soldier stood upon the hill,
He gazed across fields where all became still,
Smoked filled valleys were soon to clear,
Only minutes earlier were screams of pain and fear,
The General called out, "We've won this fight"!
The soldiers tears fell from the merciless sight,
Bodies lifeless and littered about,
fields turned red as wounds became spouts,
The Soldier looked towards the heaven and dropped his gun,
To the ground it clanked still smoking, reflected by the sun,
"Lord please forgive me for doing my Job",
Then he laid upon the tainted grass and started to sob,
He was treated like a hero when he was brought home,
But inside he felt shame for living,
When all his brothers and sisters names were Memorialized into stone.
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-05-25 15:17:10
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