Soldier

Here I stand
Against the wind's shrieking laughter
Upon a sunken soil, moist with red tears

Here I witness
A pointless apocalypse
In the retreat of our enemies
In the heartbeat of the deceased

Here I kill
Not for you, not for me
But for peace, for truce, for liberty
For things that will never be

Here I fall
Your picture in one hand
But always
My gun in the other