Remembrance day Poem- He who is Unknown

He who is Uknown

Boom, crash, hit, the bomb hits, the children cry, the people die.

He looks; he looks left, right, all around him

He wonders, he wonders when his life will come to an end, at any given moment, a bullet could be put in his heart

He listens; he listens well to the screaming of the mothers, and children

He hears, he hears the sounds of the guns, the bombs, the engine of the tank roars, and the feet of the horses hit the ground hard

He feels, he feels so many emotions all at once, fear, he fears for his life and the lives of those whom he loves

He sees; he sees, the horrid picture of dead bodies scattered about the fields, young lost children crying, the ground so torn up and almost a shade of scarlet by now, he sees fire, guns, bullets flying in numerous directions, smoke, and young men and boys fighting for their lives and the lives of those in their country

He screams; he screams in waking agony as he watches his father slowly hit the ground, grasping for his life, he'd been shot

He touches, he touches the wound where the bullet had hit, the blood seeps from his father's chest, His father, his best friend, his role model, slowly fades away

He runs, he runs into the crowds of men, dead and alive, he runs through the felids, through the smoke, with no intention of stopping, he runs faster, faster until he can run no longer, his legs become tired, and his breath is short

He watches; he watches attentively as his whole life unfolds before him

He thinks, he thinks about his father the only person he had in his life, he thinks about how if the war had ended, how he would go on without his father, he cannot

He decides, he decides to take his own life putting the long brown rifle to his head, his whole life flashes before him, he shoots, one silent blow takes his life, this ends the war for him

Boom, crash, hit, the bomb hits, the children cry, the people die