Albet Gress

The end
No never
Battlefield scorched black
My soul to send
Forever
To eternity and back

My boots
Crush dust, and sand
My face so scarred
People loot
Take in said land
One by one I bombard

A husband lay
Locket in hand
Eyes still with frozen fear
There a menace is fray
Ripping locket with demand
Menace now bloody with tears

A soldier kind
Bullet in head
My friend before death
A grave I will find
A lovely bed
You save your one last breath

Through battle fires
I burn
I live with you, on shoulder
You’re my situation dire
My concern
My friend, brother, soldier

I find your love
Your house
Stained now as aspiration
Bombs came from above
Left not a mouse
We all died in formation

With found spade
We will assume
That we found life
I have to fade
I dug your tomb
Then pulled out my own knife

With these words I scream
My blood is shed
The world is now less
My honor, redeemed
My family fed
Remember me, I am Albet Gress