Taken Poem by Leonard Lee

Bullets fly frm left to right..
mind blowing bombs go off in the night...
as he stood in the middle of it all...
still proud still standing tall..

never moving..
always looking..
staring into the mid-night sky...
with the realization at anytime he could die..

he lost everything soo quickly..
never the one, to stop and think what happen lately...
too fast for things to be like that...
no time to weigh the good and bad..

then shots were fired...
now a hole in the head of this wounded liar..