Gunshots and screams
Are ringing all around,
Neither silence nor peace
Inside me can be found.
Bullets slice through air,
Swift; like a winter wind.
Bodies fall into mud,
Like red autumn leaves.
The odor of their blood,
Brings tears to my eyes
And within them hidden,
The cry, for my fallen allies.
Explosions shake the ground,
Leaving people in distress,
Soldiers moving around,
Like peons in a game of chess.
Corpses are used as shields,
Blocking piercing rounds,
Missiles fall from up high,
Ending lives with heavy sounds.
A ****** pulls the trigger
From deep inside the forest,
Within my chest a raging pain,
Shackles me to enemy soil.
The rainbow-painted sky,
Distant and ever-reaching,
Finally smiles upon me,
It knows I am about to die.