Through the Mud

A poem through the eyes of a soilder, I hope you enjoy

Through the Mud

It all feels so far away

Like the troubles of another day

I look into their empty eyes

And up into the open skies 

Their bodies lay limp upon the ground

Not a breath, not a word, not even a sound

Moments ago I could believe 

That our people would one day receive

The freedom they so rightly deserve

Their hopes and dreams we would preserve 

But as I look around I see

The chaos of war and take a knee

They would give a life to defend

Your freedom and right to have a friend

A sob escapes, so full of feeling

The layers of my heart now peeling

My hand still covered in their blood

I make the long trek back through the mud

Must there be so much bloodshed?

Is it worth all the tears and words unsaid?

Sadly in life there will always be War

But we must decide what's worth fighting for.