Killer on the road

What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will always stay with us.

Killer on the road


A Iraqi man sipping  his coffee.
He watches the military trucks drive by.

He look to the sky and murmur a pray.
I will miss you my wife, my children.
He caresses his chest. 
He feel the bomb wrapped tightly against his body.

His eyes are sad and he knows he has no choice.
They killed his brothers.
They came to his country and torn it down to rubble.

He believed in a eye for a eye. 
He will be in paradise soon.
Tears fall from his eyes as he think of his wife sleeping alone.

Soldier with M-16 loaded and ready.
He tells his buddy going to be a good night.
Going to kill a few of them damn  terrorist.


His buddy with a bible in his hand.
Pray to survive the night without firing his guns.
He whisper  I pray I make it through the night.
Please lord keep me safe and let me go home soon.


The city is quiet and the soldier are on alert.
The gunner pass the coffee to his friends.
Tells him my eyes are seeing ghosts again.

 
He watches the morning light began to appear.
He thinks of a mother and father waiting and hoping to see him.
He makes a mental note to call them tomorrow.


A middle age Iraqi man walked down the street in the early morning.
His hands are sweating.
He see two soldiers guarding a government building.

The gunner asks his buddy was the man a ghost in the distance?
He put the bible down and tells him he is real.

The soldier looked at his bible.
Points his weapon at the man.
He raise his hand to halt the Iraqi Man.

The Iraqi man screams out his daughter name and Allah.
Runs toward the soldier.

The soldier aim his M-16 and shoot three rounds into the man chest.

The Iraqi man falls dead.
The soldier goes to him.
Fall and ask god to forgive him.

He open up and see the bomb and photos.
It still don't bring comfort to the soldier.

The soldier sit on his cot.
He hold pictures of a man's wife  with two children.
He wonder why he has to kill this man?

He should of been home tossing a football with his brother or something. 

He cries for the Iraqi he killed.
Old Sargent said he was a hero.
Those terrorist are just killers on the road.
Waiting for us to end their misery.
He bring his bible to his heart and tries to sleep.

The gunner wake him up.
He tells him we are on again tonight.


He puts the bible on the table.
Dresses  into battle gear and walk out of his tent.
He leave the bible tonight on the table.

He had bad dreams.
He dreams he was the killer on the road.

He would do his duty and go home.
He don't talk of God or Jesus anymore.
He just wishes for the blood to leave his hands.

The gunner smile.
He yelled maybe we can kill a few tonight.
His buddy smile and stare at the road.

                      Coyote

                                 

Author's Note

War leave no winner. Vietnam and Korea left scar for a generation of young men and woman. These Wars of today will be the scars for the next 60 years or more.

Reviews

[Angel's Lady]

Your war stories are so poignant to me...my friend over there, I wonder, how many men has he killed? Will those scars affect him when he's home with his wife and kids? I know they will, but will he realize it, or pass on the violence to those he loves....Great write, my friend.

[Anxelin]

this was so sad to read =[
...what's worse is this happens all the time
it's like, kill or be killed in war
and if you kill you can't live with yourself
I agree war leaves no winner, at all

[raining]

thank you, i can say that. the expressions of love weave between your words.

[Dia-EchoingWind]

Very great work,I liked it very much.

[Killer]

I belive this is really great.I think you try to to explain that the war in Iqua it just makes me want to cry.

[black.butterfly]

powerful words. It describes today so well.

[Aradie Rain]

This is a very sad poem, sad no matter how true. I cannot imagine what is like to have blood on your hands, but i know it is somthing that follows you forever. Thank you for sharing with us all

~Aradie

[An owl on the moon]

This is powerfully spoken... war is a dreadful blight on humanity... it rips apart the world and bleeds down into every street in every city.. So well written... so sadly visualized...

[Jola]

So many soldiers die needlessly ... suffer most parents and families who have experienced the death of their loved ones ...
Sad and beautiful poem!!!
Thak You Coyote

[Helen Crutchett]

There are no winners in war, so true my friend. When will humans ever learn! We keep making the same mistakes over and over.

Chilling, honest and brilliant write. Thank you for sharing.

Helena

[Stacey Watts]

This was a very well written piece. I could not ever imagine having to be in the position of having to take someone's life. I know it is necessary in war times and always has been. I have always wondered if it really does change a person. This was a great piece. Telling both sides with truth and honesty.