gypsyofdreams

He does not fight for the General barking orders, Nor for the man in a suit, who sent him across borders... In his pocket he keeps a single picture, a sole reminder Like ancient scripture. A home he misses so endlessly, Tirelessly calling out in his dreams at night. It is the last That remains on his lips, with his finger pressed upon the trigger. A single heartbeat, as he sights his enemy; A quiet prayer To rest in peace. Yet soon it fades, as hope is fleeting; For the little soldier boy, once marching home.  "Bottoms up buddy, I miss you..." -Chen Yuan Wen, 18th October 2012