Death

Death Everywhere I looked Death surrounded me. The smell of blood and urine Clogged my nose. I had not had enough slept for days I felt tired and dizzy. Everywhere I went The screams of soldiers And the sound of machine-guns Filled my ears. In front of me An injured soldier Lay on the ground In his hand was a gun. I kicked the gun away And reach for my own I shot him twice …

…reach for my own I shot him twice Once in the chest And another through the groin But he refused to die. He started speaking in German It seemed like he was begging Begging me to spare him But I didn’t feel any sympathy I had lost all that since the start of the war. So I got ready to shoot again This time I took my gun And aimed for the heart – BANG!