Bitter thoughts fill the air,
People long forgot to care,
Many a days they had been there,
Not a scuffle had been made,
Nor the click of a gun,
They hungered for food,
All but one,
He longed for the hug,
Of his child, so dear,
The one he had left,
He held only one fear,
He hid it safely in a tear,
To see her sweet face,
He would martyr in his place,
To hold her small hand,
He would march like a band,
Straight into the enemies land,
Her soft laughter,
He wanted to chase after,
But the world pulled him back,
The enemy was now on the attack,
In front of him,
His comrades breath had finished,
The enemies face,
Held only fear,
His eyes begged forgiveness,
It was not his fault he was in this,
In his hand,
The family he wanted to keep,
His other,
The weapon that would make him weep,
A far away sound,
Echoed in his ear,
On his hands his blood he found,
This was his fear,
His eyes fell eternally shut.
