Who's Enemy?
Watching with intent staring off into the dark corner;
Aims his rifle with a face none the sterner,
A hiss and a crackle- He can say no more,
As his body trembles and falls to the floor.
Comradery is the bond to his sanity,
If he hadn’t run off for commendated vanity.
Aristocratic by nature, an officer at hand,
Was by no means a great leader, a lesser of a man.
So subordination became the defining act,
Of sealing his fate, no loyalty intact.
So sorrily mistreaten, a soldier came from the herd,
Had demanded his questions and quarrels be heard.
Why are we here? Why do we stay?
Why do we suffer for you everyday?
Why do we fear? Why waste our time?
Why do we bother to risk our lives?
For you?
For whom?
Why must we die?
The officer looked, coughed with blood of the mouth,
He knew he were dead, so he spoke without doubt.
I never hid from you, I never thought to be lying,
Tell me yourselves; Is there ever a reason for dying?
A reason for dying,
A reason for living,
A reason for losing,
A reason for giving.
I did what I did, and I question not why,
Why you are here, and why you must die.
But if I had a reason, would it change your mind,
For cruel injustices in a world so unkind?
I think not! For this world is already dead,
In my blackened heart and inquisitive head.
Now I ask you, will anything change,
Do you expect sunshine after the rain?
The men looked at each other in his final dying breath,
Confused, mistaken, an unfortunate death.
They still had no answers for why they must fear,
They still had no answers for why they are here.
Why does one exist?
Nobody knows.
Why does one resist?
Undying hope.
21/5/14
