THE SOLDIER
The face I see in front of me, Is a haunting from the past,After all the years and many tears, thought I was free at last.
But I cannot escape the past, it will not go away,
When this young man became a killer, on that fateful,dreadful day.
A little an many yards away, caught up in my sight,
A gentle squeeze of the trigger, he twitched, bullets true flight.
He dropped in an instant, tell me it isn't real,
I took the life of a fellow man, the enemy, Ishouldn't feel.
I feel, I think, Idon't know what, Just feelings turn to numb,
This kid with an education, had somehow become dumb.
Where might he be today, a healer, doctor be,
Wre it not for my true aim, the trgger finger in me.
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