Thou Shalt Not Kill

Sleep deprived soldier

Death becomes a looking glass,
solemn eyes glare back at him
from the grave.

Staring at the barrel of the gun
again – for the third time today
He pulls the trigger for effect.

Roulette – the game of fate

It fails again, and he’s left
with memories of all
the lives he took away.

Tears roll.
Rockets blare.
Children cry.

He begs God
to take his life.

He has stripped fate
from the innocent
and wants punishment,

He covers himself
goodnight, and
closes his tear-stained eyes -

Hopeful that
tommorow
he can go home