Soldier Of Yesterday (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Here I am back from the hell of the army and war
and my voice stutters of AK-47 fire,
while my face do tell about thousands of dead enemies,
RPG-7 rocket-launchers comes with each lifeless glance,
landmines walk along with every step that I do take,
BM-21 Stalin-organs paint every night bloody red with their flames
where I still do fall to find cover when a door is slammed,
in vain try to be hidden beyond every tree,
see how black blood does become when it does somewhere coagulate
when death comes quickly and unexpectedly
and my hands are full of the blood of othera where I have been exposed,
where I cannot disguise the price that have been paid in war
and I wonder why I had to stand against the enemy,
while slowly but surely my country is going to hell?

© Gert Strydom