Killer on the road

(Blessed is the man who can learn peace and justice without shedding blood)

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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(What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will always stay with us.)

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                       Killer on the road


A Iraqi man sipped  his coffee and
he watched the military trucks drive by.

He looked to the sky and murmured a pray.
I will miss you my wife, my children.
He caressed his chest and
he felt the bomb wrapped tightly against his body.


His eyes are sad and he know he has no choice.
They killed his brothers and
they came to his country and torn it down to rubble.

He believed in an eye for an eye world. 
He will be in paradise soon and
soft tears fell from his eyes as he thought  of his wife sleeping alone.


Soldier with M-16 loaded and ready.
He told his buddy going to be a good night.
Going to kill a few of them damn  terrorist.

His buddy with a bible in his hand.
He prayed to survive the night without firing his guns.
He whispered  I pray I make it through the night.
Please lord keep me safe and let me go home soon.

The city was quiet and the soldier are on alert.
The gunner passed the coffee to his friends and
he told him, my eyes are seeing ghosts again.


He watched the morning light began to appear.
He thought of a mother and father waiting and hoping to see him.
He makes a mental note to call them tomorrow.


A middle age Iraqi man walked down the street in the early morning.
His hands are sweating and
he saw two soldiers guarding a government building.


The gunner asked his buddy was the man a ghost in the distance?
He put the bible down and he told him he is real.

The soldier looked at his bible and points his weapon at the man.

He raised his hand to halt the Iraqi Man.

The Iraqi man screamed out his daughter name and Allah.
Ran toward the soldier.

The soldier aimed his M-16 and shoot three rounds into the man chest.

The Iraqi man fell dead.


The soldier went to him and
he fell and asked god to forgive him.

He opened up the jacket of the dead man and saw the bomb and photos.
It still don’t bring comfort to the soldier.


The soldier sat on his cot.
He held pictures of a man’s wife  with two children.
He wondered why he has to kill this man?

He should have been home tossing a football with his brother or something.


He cries for the Iraqi he killed.
Old Sargent said he was a hero.
Those terrorist are just killers on the road.
Waiting for us to end their misery.


He brought his bible to his heart and tries to sleep.

The gunner wake him up.
He told him we are on again tonight.

He puts the bible on the table.
Dressed into battle gear and walk out of his tent.
He left the bible tonight on the table.


He had bad dreams.
He dreamed he was the killer on the road.

He would do his duty and go home.
He don’t talk of God or Jesus anymore.
He just wishes for the blood to leave his hands.

The gunner smiled.
He yelled maybe we can kill a few tonight.
His buddy smiled sadly and stared at the road.

                      Coyote