My little Soldier...

by Vix   Jul 26, 2004


I had no funeral, my body wasn’t found,
It lay in pieces with the dirt, littering the ground,
Shot down by “the enemy”, whoever they may be,
Eleven years old and a soldier, No one to set me free…
”My little soldier” Mommy used to call me, I liked it, it made me feel strong,
At an age I didn’t realize war and fighting were so wrong…
Naïve and immature I saw a soldier as a savor,
And my pride in being called so reflected in my behavior,
I’d strut around the house checking everything was alright,
Brandishing a stick, from the garden, like a gun…incase I had to fight,
Mom would smile at me with adoring eyes and mutter “My little soldier”,
One upon a time I liked it, until she was killed, and I grew older,
“The enemy” killed my mother and took my world away,
I swore from that day foreword somehow I’d make them pay,
I had no choice; with no other family…I was forced to fight along,
Watching from behind a gun the war and all the tragedy go on,
I killed because I had to and I wanted my revenge,
That’s when I remembered my mother saying all she wanted was an end,
Suddenly I understood and didn’t want to fight,
Those soldiers also had a family and killing was not right,
I didn’t want to die like this alone with no one there,
But my country forced me too,
Out where no one cared,
I wasn’t mommy’s little soldier now and my gun was real,
And every time I killed I knew how their family would soon feel,
I died at age eleven my gun grasped to my heart,
The only thing to hug me when I was blown apart,
In the minutes that I died I took comfort in that no one would have to miss me…
And since my mother died, death was the only thing to kiss me.

Written by V.Smith 2004©

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  • 10 years ago

    by TheWorldFellNUWerentThere

    I'm speechless.

    Just speechless.

    Amazing. 5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by Luke

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    ^thats speechlessness, i LOVED it.
    beautifully written, a wonderful, thought inspiring read. youre on my favorites list. :-P

  • 11 years ago

    by jed

    Vix- another great one- i like the militaristic imagery, very emotionally powerful! 5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by Foresaken_Tears

    Hey, Im sure you've heard this so many times that it will just go straight over your talented head, but you are a truly talented writer. Your poetry is like none Ive ever come across before and it has a strange compulsion which draws you into the midst of every piece of your work. I love the way you portray things from a tainted point of view. It sounds as though you are a voice of experience behind that computer screen mask. I look forward to reading many more masterpieces and hope that you stay as strong as you sound at present. Your talent as a writer will surely carry you a long way, Take care
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  • 12 years ago

    by Minkus

    Hmmm... read your profile. Excellent poem, btw. I did think about this one for a while, and I think part of what the meaning of this poem might be is that when you lost one of your parents, it felt like you had died in a war, because your mom had called you 'my little soldier'. I don't know though, it's hard to tell what the meaning behind a poem is unless you have met the person and know what kind of person they are and what has happened in their life.