My Poem...:-)

In Memory of a Soldier

I

When he was young, he dreamt of being a soldier

A steadfast, brave and loyal peacekeeper

This was what his old man wanted

His father's desire he unhesitantly granted

II

He played with toy guns and maleficent weapons

War memorabilia was above all his priced possessions

Gunshots were his unfathomable lullaby

Whilst his mother feared them as they went by

III
He was an exalted fanatic

But to many he was a delusional lunatic

His love for being a soldier was misunderstood

He tried to prove them wrong, he tried to as hard as he could

IV

Now he is war's diminutive soldier

No longer a steadfast, brave and loyal peacekeeper

He fought in malevolent ways and slayed without cease

He did not give his enemies another breath of life's lease

V

Countless life departed bodies lay before him

To himself he placed a humble query, "what will be of them?"

What will be of the families of the men he killed?

To the harsh reality, shall they all yield?

VI

This is not his sole fault

He held no full account of the assault

He fought for his country

This is his duty, his given responsibility

VII

He fought for what they say is right

Not through peaceful ways but by arrogant might

He held back for war nothing

He gave it his all, his everything

VIII

For what you might ask?

He says for the completion of his pledged task

For whose glory? You might add

For his country's and his dear old dad's

IX

Did he choose the wrong dream?

Is everything not what it seem?

He became the finest asset of war

He came to be the best liability of peace

X

The end of war is drawing near

He guessed he had nothing to fear

They are winning, the enemies are losing

But his mind kept a jovial taunting

XI

They came home with full honor and glory

Their victory was in the news, the front page story

Everybody called them heroes, they called him a 'hero'

But they do not know his heart's misery and its deep sorrow

XII
For in his soul, he kept hearing a voice

It whisphered audibly amidst the crowd's roaring noise

"You are no hero but a cold-hearted mercenary!"

To this he agreed with no further query

XIII

To whose name shall he explain?

To whom shall he share his pain?

No one, no one but solitude hears

As he confess with eyes filled with tears

XIV

He is no hero, he is a killer

His dreams of being a soldier

A steadfast, brave and loyal peacekeeper

Now drifting and dying in his tumultuous slumber

XV

No peace in his life remain

No memories good to retain

For in his dreams, he held for dire life

Unknowing it will bring him his life's eternal strife