The Last Man Poem by Justin Chan

The sacrifice I made,
The life I give.
All,
To save the land,
From the enemy.
For freedom.

The men I lost,
Lost to fire.
Endless storms,
Waves,
Of biting bullets,
And exploding shells.

We strode the trenches.
Frenchman, Brit,
Nobody cared.

We guarded,
The no-man's land.
A wasteland,
Of death, mines,
And barbed wire.

They came,
Faceless, nameless to us,
Just another target.
They died,
Faceless, nameless.

Ten men I had.
Two,
Lost to the mines.
Three,
To overhead planes,
With waves of steel.

Three again,
Shot,
By the enemy.
With me,
The survivors,
Made three.

The last two died,
By their own hands.
Lost the will to live.

I witnessed the terror,
Of war.
These honest words,
I hope that some day,
Innocent eyes will read,
And see our sacrifice.
Now, I lay down the pen,
And take up the gun.

Now, I kill the enemy,
And die.