I see you creeping around,
We’re just in the outskirts of town.
Bombs crackle so near,
A silent buzz is all I hear.
Laying on the grounds,
covered in filth,
I concentrate, my heart pounds.
I fear death is near,
An uncertain thought,
Bullets I hear.
I hold my breath one last time,
Squeeze the trigger and down you go,
To the government a life not worth a dime,
I life I had to blow.
I run and stumble as you dropp your grenade,
Songs run through my head, an old serenade.
Bullets fly over my head,
Soon I’m lying dead.
If only our troops could also respawn,
Hundreds of souls wouldn’t be lost
At the dropp of a baton.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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