He falls to the ground.
Hands over his eyes, he weeps bitter tears of great pain.
How had things come to this?
Wiping the blood and tears from his face, he does something he hasn't done for a long time, he prays.
With his rifle finally laid to rest, the young soldier looks to the heavens and then across a field of corpses.
Among the dead he sees a child he killed in the heat of battle.
The soldiers words echo in the valley of death, God forgive us.
Forgive us all, sweet Jesus, forgive us.
To the ground the soldier falls.
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Dona Nobis Pacem
PoesíaGrant us peace! A collection of poetry. If you like this book please remember to vote and comment. Thanks.
