Soliders Fate Poem by Mandy rachelle

IN his right hand, their lay a black tool of power, killing& protecting
In his left a memory, stains of blood tainting it forever
IN front of him laid an unknown future
While behind him, dragged an almost unbearable sack of regrets with mind numbing terrors eroded his every sane thought
Above him loomed the sadistic presence of death, with a malicious laugh and a hindering shadow
Upon his shoulders rested the freedoms of the liberated world and the hope for peace in a warring humanity
And in his eyes, shined determination as shots rang out and explosions surrounded him on all sides, he continued forward with his weapon of peace before him, a will of steel and devotion to his god, country, and corp., keeping his feet moving forward through the insanity.