Saturday, December 20, 2014

To the soldier.


In a far-far land
of sand and sun
amidst the fired bullets
and falling bombs;

you tremble.

Not of fear
But the cold
That runs through your spine
turning once warm eyes
into icy cold.

And it can’t hold.
the humanity:
that writhes in you
breathes
it’s last.

you drift to abyss.
embracing
death and dying
mixing
blood and sweat
burying
love and hate.

and when all cries and noises
turn into a dreadful silence!
You,
A winner; surrenders!
dripping in others blood
trying to crawl away
from an oblivion.

at that moment,
As you reach for your scruples    
in that far-far land
of sun and the sand,
here
I twist and turn
To fit into the jigsaw puzzle

Of your battered confusion.