Lost In Translation Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Shots rang a few moments after the blast
Bullets zoomed like bees through the dust as the sound close to him travelled away
A burning sensation struck his leg then pierced his ribs as he done what he could before hitting the ground
He heard the sand around him scuffle as he laid there
His gun laid a few inches from his hand before it was kicked
The sun blocked his vision before the silhouette became clear
It was a boy holding an rifle pointed towards his face
Not much bigger than the son he had at home
he was soon reminded of the last stare he took into his eyes
The boy wore an uniform fitted to his size with an shirt that hung loose as it belonged to one of the soldiers platoon to help hide him from view
Upon his face you could see a bruise from where he was disciplined from his commander
His eyes were far
But still close to humane
As the soldier looked up at the boy
he knew it wouldn't be much longer before the boy pressed the trigger
Looks told the story of two different propaganda's
Causality's of lawmakers grown bored
Both following orders
While attempting to protect what was theirs
A tug of war of which read fliers of empty promises & corporation's with blank smiles
Misquoted scriptures & jubilees