Amidst the desert sands dawnings just begun,
battle rages on, bombing veils the rising sun.
A boy not yet a man holds a picture to his heart
of loved ones not forgotten though oceans keep them apart.
Called to serve his country, land of freedom home of brave,
risking his existence for the lives that he may save.
Concealing his dismay he holds his head up high,
his arms embrace a trusted friend watching him slowly die.
A boy he is no more, on that day there stood a man,
his heart filled with rage, his mind fights to understand.
Raised to be a man of God, taught thou shalt not kill,
now placed upon the battlefield where there tis his only will.
Resting beneath the sunset, wounded he dreams of home,
lying on the desert's floor a soldier died alone.
War has never been a better way to resolve conflicts but peace. For while war leave people displaced, maimed and killed, peace sure does the reverse. This poem is so touching. I love it.
A Soldier Died Alone
Published: March 2011
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