First solider

A Poem by Trevor power

War poem Talk

His ambience was like a crossfire,
When he spoke-
The personal intensity of his anecdotes shot us,
Bang, bang we felt it-

Amongst the eye catching Kwashiorkor
And below blazing sun he couldn't help
But get caught up in it all,
His skin cried tears from the heat,
His eyes for the pain he seen in the children's eyes,

He claimed to have never shot a bullet in his life,
I believed him,
But he was firing bullets now,
Piercing words,
Piercing words,

I never supported fights,
But he didn't fight he protected,
He is aw inspiring,
I read about these men in history books,

However when he walked into the room,
I found a hero,
My hero,

And his fellow company.