And the War Continues

A soldier waits and listens For war is a constant mission A bullet whistles like a class room dismissal Sweat drips into his eyes and he severs all ties with humanity He shoulders his rifle and tries to stifle, his moral sense and feels he can repent He sends the round and hears the sound, his heart sinks and he instantly thinks what have I done returning home with a heart of stone. he feels little love for peace and a dove he is tight and distraught and is consumed and caught in the net of regret he feels the battle rages on and weighs a ton on body of the man. war is all hell and soldiers dare not tell of what was endured because of their demons that stirred in the face of survival war never ends it only treads in the soul of the person who experienced the tradegy