Stealthily stepping through the fog
Sand moving `neath the heavy boots
A child cries out
The flash of the barrel
Silence
They’re hated in Muslim countries
So they fire upon any sound in the dark
They are soldiers sent far away
Without enemy
Afraid
Souls hanging from the gallows
Of the truth of their mission
Another child whimpers
The flash of the barrel
Now slices through them
And the soldiers fall
Silence…
© 2006 mrp/thepoetryman
