Il Sacrificio (The Sacrifice) Poem by Not Long Left

cold and wet in another mans land,
slain to the ground by bullets to the leg and hand,
family and friends so far away,
for fighting for your country its the price you pay

the shriek of bullets echo in the night,
deathly fires burning so bright,
tears run down his ashen white face,
wishing to close his eyes and escape
from this hellish foriegn place.

as he lay on the blood stained ground,
he hears the moans and cries that are all around,
his innocence lost in a war of hate,
the pain of his sadness so uncontrollably great.

so he reaches for his last true friend
and rests the cold barrel on his dry tounge,
and end to the hate, and end to the pain,
he pulls the trigger never to cry again.

written 1997