An Unholy War
Amongst the macabre farewell of innocents,
One drop of soul ran for help.
He tripped, he bruised ,he fell,
For his head was lost in somewhere else.
On that ground of battle that day,
One brave got scared of death!
But mind you, to think low of him,
For was not it, for life of his own,
But of those strangers whom
He called enemies and friends.
A dance of death indeed it was,
For puppets crushed each other.
Washed of their innocence,
Bathed in the perfume of pride,
Were these young ones fighting for land.
Who had parents, and unmarried brides.
The soldier burried in trench couldn't help,
But wonder, whats the worth of one single life?
What was he doing , why was he even alive?
For he already had some blood, in his hands.
For he has taken a life which was ,not his.
For he has sinned in the name of glory,
For he is nomore of those called humankind.
His eyes wide open ,as if in fright.
His face clueless, red and white.
And his body mortifyied in grief,
While his conscience trembled in disbeleif.
A thousand screems he heard everyday
A thousand bloodstruck skies he fled,
A thousand drops of guilt he swallowed,
A thousand invisible tears of acid he wept.
But one lif, is what it took to shake him.
One life which was not ,of his
Life of a son, maybe a father or a husband.
Whomsomeone ones loved, but can only grieve.
Faces came before his eyes, familiar ones.
His mother, his dead father, and his wife to be.
He cried again, and ran out of that hole.
And at the top of his lungs, he screamed-
Oh lord,"fogive me for i have sinned!
A bulllet just then pentetrated his skull,
And those were his last words,
As his apologetic body fell on that bloodbathed earth.