War Poem by bernstien stuart

Death watches and waits patiently for the man to die
his hand go's slack as the spirit inside ceases to be
And his eyes gaze to the heavens, to the darkened sky
And shine with the light of the stars they cannot see

The shots that ring out no longer fall to his deaf ears
And the smell of smoke slowly fades away
He has seen too much for his young years
But now in a better place he will stay

Gone is a soul of earth, a being of conscience though
Those who have set war free, look what you have wrought
This young man loved and hated, felt sadness and pain
Watched the sun rise, felt when it rained

On the horizon a dim light grows and grows stronger
And the smoke clears; the guns cease
And the silence stretches on much longer
it is the sound of peace