HARD EYES

They have seen the
the black acrid smoke
rise over the setting sun,
tears falling from it's loss,
cold winds to freeze
along its path in hard
unforgiving terrain,

the red did flow
from arm to leg
and onto ground,

bullets fighting wind gusts
like talons, until the mark,
juvenile soldiers and
last breaths on the frontline,

Where famine is company
and bread...a friend.