• The Soldier

    The soldier trudges along the bloody battlefield.
    His friends souless broken bodies thrown askew.
    He cried to God why he deserved this terrible fate.
    The answer though he clearly already knew.

    Looking down at his hands he sees that they are bloody.
    He remembers all the suffering he caused.
    All the pain he caused on innocent families.
    Yet he slaughtered them with no just or clear cause.

    He laughed hysterically knowing it was to late.
    Nothing he could do would bring them back to life.
    No matter the tears he shed or pain in his heart.
    The only thing they brought to this wasteland was strife.

    Sobbing lightly he only thought of his wife and child.
    Would they stand by him if they knew the true story?
    Or would they shun him like the monster he truly was?
    At least he hoped they knew it was not for glory.

    He suddenly heard a man in pain screaming.
    Running towards the sound he found him lying in blood.
    Helping the man up he saw he was in great pain.
    Dressing the mans wounds he saw blood flow like a flood.

    He knew the man was of the people he slaughtered.
    He sewed the mans wounds closed and applied dressing.
    Hearing a gunshot the man felt pain in his gut.
    There was no pain he took that as a blessing.

    As he lay on his back awaiting deaths embrace.
    He asks himself had he served his faith?
    He knew the answer and with a smile on his face.
    The soldier trudges to the golden gates.