A Soldier Poem by Daya Nandan

Here lies a warrior broken asunder,
Hiding in shelter from man made thunder,
With bullets flying with such precision,
Killing his friends and fading their vision,

Their bodies beside him, in blood and pain did they die,
Losing the ones you care for without even a final goodbye,
It grows inside his burning and painful hatred so great,
Like a lightning storm that will never abate,

In tears he cries holding their dead bodies so cold,
The friends who died young and could never grow old,
His emotions so disturbed, clouded and unstable
Seeing those bodies covered in debris and rubble

All those warriors with bright futures ahead,
Them who laid their all on the altar of war and bloodshed,
This is the price that those souls have all paid,
Their deaths must bring victory after all that's been said,

This dubious battle, an outcome so uncertain
Houses on fire with their burning curtains
Those departed souls, those bodies lying on the road
the evil of war has finally been showed

Among the rubble he sees pets lying
Young children and women screaming as they are dying
Soldiers that fight being mere toys for politicians and their game,
Killing millions just to popularize their name,

Do they feel no guilt taking millions of lives,
What about the innocent children and wives,
Do they all have to be part of some egoistic game?
Do these old evils have a single feeling of shame?

Now lies our soldier with minor wounds and a vengeful heart,
He thinks of a way to tear his enemies apart,
Those friends beside him just a few hours back,
All lay dead thanks to that ambush attack,

Tardy his reinforcements are, they move like snails
And painful his feet still are since he stepped on nails
Now suddenly he hears footseps of the enemy approaching
Like a scared animal he waits in silence while hunters are poaching

So, what will he give in to? Fear or hate?
Their steps are getting louder, increasing his heart rate,
He gets an idea and buries himself in a pile of dead bodies so cold,
and thought of a killer plan so sneaky and bold

As the enemy soldiers of 8 passed by the street of silence and death
as they had moved quite a distance he now had the chance to unleash his wrath
He took his ancient Mosin Nagant and took a deep breath
Shot them with precision making them taste the blackness of death

They shot randomly for they did not know where the bullets were coming from
Like an evil phantom to them their sudden death did come,
He shot till he was out of bullets, he had killed 5 men with his sniper of hope
The 3 that were left now knew his location thanks to the reflection of his sniper scope

One smoking a cuban cigar the other two holding riot shields
Never once has he faced such a situation in all the previous battle fields
Now he takes what random weapons he can from the bodies nearby
the makes his prayers as he knows that to this world he is about to say goodbye

Now 3 men were running towards him with blades and AK- 47's
And suddenly God's voice spoke to him with advice from the heavens,
He ran as fast as his feet could take him and threw a few smoke grenades,
They could not take aim nor could they slash him with their blades

They shot randomly which gave away their position in smoke so thick
He pulled out his Dessert Eagle hand gun and shot towards them pretty quick
The cigar smoker did not fire but his cigar lit a light in the smoke
Hence, he was shot first before the other two, Cigars are a joke,

Now he is thanking God for his miraculous survival,
Whilst waiting for his reinforcements arrival,
The spirit of him now strong and unbroken,
Words like defeat by him are never spoken,