War

though it's not yet night

the sky is fully black 

fires are burning bright

a world is under attack 

bullets in the air 

the blasts are deafening

beyond the enemy's lair

every move threatening

crawling on the ground

reaching a short stone wall

dared not to make a sound

lest my brethren will fall 

turning my head to the side

when i hear a loud thump 

my tears i cannot hide 

nor swallow the giant lump

it is my best friend

with horror in his eyes

his heavy breathing ends

as his heartbeat slowly dies

though it's not yet night

my world is fully black 

i can no longer fight

my world is under attack

Reviews

[Suditi]

Wow. A superb write.
Thought provocative.
Great work.

[MoriartyMesa]

Feel of Vietnam or any sort of affair where not everyone shooting everyone is wearing a uniform.