A Soldiers Cry

Bullets sound from every direction

Soldiers drop

With dog tags in hand

 

Under the moon he gaze

Breathing in and out

No ones coming

 

In the mud

The color of red fills his eyes

One tear falls

This poem is about: 
My country

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