Guns are firing, bombs are exploding,
Somebody save me.
My friends lay still,
Dead bodies, their souls restless,
All around me, they want to be set free.
It’s my turn once again,
Surrounded by deathly silence,
Until someone is brave and steps out.
They said it would be months not years!
My feet are cold, my face is muddy.
I realise I’m alone,
A mine field of dead bodies everywhere I look,
They pile up dust, smoke and bullet shells bury them.
I fall to the ground,
As I take my last breath,
Everything begins to darken…