Freakality Poem by Ryry Collins

The soldier walks
Can't talk
He walks for the fallen
Those who heard 'His' Callin
He lost his m-sixteen
Wishin he was a teen
So so he hadn't seen
What it means
To fight a war
'It's not like killin a boar
Seeing a man die
right in front of your eyes
Leaves you scarred
You'll think your bard
From reality
But your in a Freakality
Always reliving the fight
That went through the night
He remembers the reason why he was thrown in the fry
Watching All his friends die
All the allies died
Making the snow dye
With the blood of the brother
Followed by the mother
Nothing he could do
But watch the bullet go through and through
Many say he's crazy
I think his head's alittle hazy
He lives in a cell block
Stayin shell shocked
He remembers the sniper
On the piper
Half the squad went down
Never to be found
By himself he took the sniper nest
It's what happens when you mess with the best
You die lie the rest