The Expendable Soldier
Have you ever wondered how it feels like,|
To look over the barrel...
Into the eyes of another?
Do you think he becomes a cardboard target?
A mere statistic?
Just like they told me?
The politicians and the profiteers,
The Tony lads and Georgie boys.
Oblivious, to the human suffering in their wake.
Their wars; fought by proxy, by us soldiers,
Drawn from the ranks of the expendables
Their cowardice, greed and war mongering...
When I return,
no true kisses will be waiting there for me.
And my horrors will be present,
From fighting someone else's war.
Copyright © 2011 - k.b.harris
Published: 11/1/12 · Author's Page · Next Poem