Terror screams, land mine's lacerates.
Amputees leave their limbs in a killing zone
Scattered about
The corners of a foreign country.
Barely twenty years old.
The tools of war like demons scatter
Into the heart of communities
Carrying the plagues of an Apocalypse,
With thunderous roar unleashing
A repetitive retinue of unholy retribution
Crushing the resistance of an illegal war.
Boy's cling to their automatic weapons
Ad body armour in the fight to stay intact.
Yet spirit is crushed exposed to a barrage
Of atrocity facing devotees of destruction
Focused on demise.
Technology transmits death's location.
And every-day
On all sides
They dare not blink when looking into the reaper's eyes.
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