He was a soldier

As the sun crept down
And wolves would howl
The cloak of night embraced them
And silently they would crawl
Their heart beats would pound
Shaky feet on the ground
Deep breaths would resound
Exchanging glances of fright,
He plucked up his courage tonight
And trod the land with pride.
He was a soldier
He didn't give commands
But tonight like a gale
They swept the land

Suppressed the haunting fear
Hushing the screaming voices
He pulled the trigger
Bullets out of his gun
Bullets then he was on the run
Half open eyes darted through him
And the eyes in the skies
Trickled bloody tears upon him
"Oh! rain wash me!"
But he was a soldier
He didn't give commands
Maybe this would excuse
The blood on his hands.

Shreds of him,of her,of them
Lay torn before his eyes
Shuddering lips,he felt cold.
When tears started to stream
Mechanically he opted for disguise
For years he mastered this exercise
And now the screaming voices learnt :
Devour,kill or you are burnt
And when pangs of guilty conscience
Would hurt within,he would shrug :
"I am a soldier,
I donot give commands
Don't point your fingers.
This is not in my hand"

"I am a dying soul
I am a fading light
I am raped
And forced into this plight
And if you ask me,
I miss the riparian chants
I miss going on hunts
I miss my wife,the smell of her
Her dark eyes and long hair
But I'm just a soldier
I kill,destroy, and invade
I am at his command
The one,who ,my life has raped!"

Sunday,November 18