WAR SONGS

Innocent eyes
glare back at me,
In remembrance of what I do.

The answers,
sacred question;
hide our individual truths.

Marching out to greet us,
I look to heed their cries.
Woe is the mercenary soldier
ignoring innocent eyes.

Small heroes,
big deeds,
no greater story to tell.

Little solace in the aftermath;
dispensing flashes of hell.

Innocent eyes glare back at me in the moment when chance I glance.

Bitter surprise
the agony
is we all own a piece of this dance.