Not any death.. but a soldiers

by aisyned   Apr 19, 2007


I see his eyes,
red with hate,
i drop my gun,
i reach for it but it to late,

he's kicked me to the ground,
i moan i admit I'm full of fear,
his eyes are filled with evil,
i plead and beg but to my pleads he can't hear,

shooting all around me,
blood covers the soil,
i can feel the fire,
from his blood that has been boiled,

i think inside I'm too young to die,
but he gives me a wicked grin,
the he shoots me once,
i feel a sharp painful sting,

I'm not dead but my shoulders been shot,
i cry like a baby who is hungry,
i try to be brave and tough,
but that just isn't me,

i scream in pain,
he laughs at my hurt,
he bends down,
and examine the blood on the dirt,

BANG!
he shoots me again this time in my leg,
he is killing me slowly and painfully,
he won't give in no matter how much i beg,

i ask him to just kill me quick,
he doesn't answer but shoots again in my stomach,
i go numb,
i know my life's at stake,

i cry and in my mind i tell myself i am a coward,
he watches with no sympathy,
finally he whispers,
it's the end for me,

he gets it's gun puts it to my head,
the cold tip makes me tremble and shake,
he shoots I'm dead,
for my country i put my life at stake,

my body is flown to my home town,
my parents get my death by a man on their doorstep holding my uniform,
i cry from heavens gateway,
my heart is broken an torn,

but i have pride left in me,
that i gave my live for my country,
more important,
i gave it for my family,

god puts his hand on my shoulder,
and all a sudden my hurt disappears,
he takes his pure soft fingers,
and wipes away my tears,

he says you've done a good job,
and you have a special place in my kingdom,
you are a hero,
from the day you were born you were an angel,

just like that i feel no remorse,
i watch my family from heavens gate,
but no matter what,
i don't forget i was to late,

god says i am a hero,
even though i am not praised by all people of the world,
he says that it's OK,
for my mind to be in a whirl,

he says to me one last time that makes my spirit shine again,
a soldier a man who sacrifices him self for others has a special place in my kingdom,
no matter if he cries and whines when he dies,
he will always reach this heaven....................

by,Denysia Chapman-Madden

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