Story Of The man He Killed

Fire burns
Smoke rises
It blurs my eyes
Scary thought floods my mind

War is nothing but killing people
Before you get killed
Stains of blood everywhere
Imagine the pains of a soldier gone but the suffering continues

Stepping on cracks down an old inn
I saw two friends
Facing each other with their guns
These men were friends before the war
who on an average day would wine n dine

War turns friends into a foe
Most of these soldiers had families
which at the end of the war would feel tragedies
War is more awful than anything u can imagine

Waiting for who pulls the trigger first
But the other friend just did
Now his award of bravery would be won in the blood of his own friend​

Regrets await him in the future
Sorrows from the past would hunt him
I know he wonders what if he hadn't pulled the trigger first
Probably he would have been in the same state as his friend

Now a friend who was the shadow of his life
A star that has now faded​
their friendship I'd now a fantasy
I know he can't change what just happened he has to live with it.

References

[1] Collins Atada, 'Story of the man he killed' (online, 2017) <https://web.facebook.com/collinsmhe/posts/845699648945384>.