Traumatised

Killed many men

Whose face I've never seen,

Never did want to hear

His historic ancestry.

Only I knew

I had to kill

The soldier draped in black.

All is set here---

Of who's to win,

This battle is a meagre offering

To the God of Mercy!

The feel

Of inhuman torture suffered,

Unknown to me;

Thanking my God

For the marvel performed.

The stench of rotten flesh,

The lacerated wounds,

Make thy haven.

Thinking of those golden days

When I never knew fear,

This fear has overhauled me now---

The Fear of Death!

Looking at those innumerable stars above

I count the endless bodies.

A stomach filled with hunger,

A heart packed with fear,

I rage against death

Like a burning splincter

Hurled into the vast sea.

Never knowing a way

To breach these high walls

My mind has created;

Praying not to endure

The agonies of those dying souls.

The effect of morphine

Isn't enough to subside the pains

The soul has suffered,

I gaze at the setting sun

To know no more bequest has been offered!