Who is that boy?
Standing on the field?
The battle field
The one with the drum
The one in the navy blue uniform
The one with the look of terror
In his round boyish face
His brown hair frozen at the tips
From the cold winter air
Does he think he will die today?
Does he think he will get hurt today?
Will he see tomorrow and tomorrow’s tomorrow?
He should
He deserves to
No one should die today
Even the ones already on the ground
He looks at me
His eyes widen
And the live look of terror and fear
Leave his face and eyes
His hands stop moving
And he falls to the ground
And my hands go to my face