He always was the sheep,
Dangling from their hands.
He never felt complete
While waiting for commands.
He holds his rifle tight
Praying for his friends.
He knows they won’t survive,
The battle never ends.
He washes off the blood
Dribbling down his cheek.
He is not really there;
His mind’s trapped in last week.
He keeps that dreadful day
Revolving in his brain.
He cannot block the thoughts;
He’ll never be the same
He recollects the crash
Burrowing through his ears.
He tries to shut it out;
Their screams are all he hears.
While two of them laid still,
The others squirmed around.
Unscathed yet befuddled,
He scrambled to the ground.
The screams turned to silence,
Tearing away his fears.
While sprawling to his men,
The soldier shed no tears
Their lives were at his feet,
They huddled from the pain.
He could not dress their wounds,
His men would die in vain.
Now he gazes forward,
Vacant and unaware,
Recycling the moment,
When he was in despair.
Called from active duty,
They honored his control.
Promoting his function,
With power to extol.
He then became the shepherd,
Bestowing the commands.
Who to send to slaughter?
The next victim in his hands.
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This power is clear. The reader takes a journey to death with hope to save those screams as some laid still other wait the narrators help. The choice of who next to send into destiny grasp as next victim. The images are clear and concise. The flow and movement are grasped quickly as the reader moves from stanza to stanza as the intensity builds.
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He then became the shepherd,
Bestowing the commands.
Who to send to slaughter?
The next victim in his hands.
~ powerful write. very well written.
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Topical and arresting
Very topical with all the wars raging round the globe and the UN intervening everywhere and sacrificing lives for some supposed moral purpose. And for those assigned responsibility for managing these moral interventionalists deaths incurred will never be erased from their memories
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Sad, yet well done!
Really sad that people have to die in a battle. I am not very much of a political character, so my comment might weigh light.
I am sure that this soldier have to allow a piece of his humanity to die so he can be [able] to do what ever be commanded.
Piercing through his soul is the screams and the trauma, but as time passes he will grow more immune to it.
Highligting the danger of acceptance! This I can debate for pages.
I'll spare you!
Lovely rythym and rhyme and the flow is also enjoyable to read.
Lovely piece!
Becks
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