little soilder

War movies bring out this side in me...

Little Soilder

 

 

A little militia with a gun in hand.

He walks; my little soldier.

What a little man only 4'6

Wanting to defend himself against this.

I cant save him anymore can I?

I contemplate this as he put on his little helmet

Carry's his fully loaded gun.

This is what I created.

There is no more growing up

For this child has seen death and carnage

Involving fellow man

He no longer cares to see blood

He feels invincible

He feels so alone.

Come back to me my little man.

Can you see his innocent face?

Standing there shooting more men?

Leaving no one alive?

He got shot.

Run my little one Run!

He limps to where he thinks he's safe.

A soldier walks to him.

Its not the soldier on his team.

He shot him in the head.

Thinking kill or be killed.

Now I get a call I dread.

My son is gone.

The beautiful face that looked up at me is no longer here!

Die with your son

I tell myself.

How can I do this when I know he was already dead?