DEATH BECOMES MINE

It was a steel core that ripped through his chest

Dug a gaping hole through the bullet proof vest

Wound ballistics rummaged and tore tissue

Muscle, blood and bone gave in right through

The propellant stung and burnt his skin

The pain inside numbed him from within

He looked down at his now reddening stock

Surprise soon turned and merged to shock

He fell down on the ground and lay there

As a face loomed above him in his despair

His buddy spoke words which were distant

His thoughts drifted in a limbo that instant

Its caliber was 7.62 millimeter

Now it made his feeble life wither

It was his soul’s coldest dark winter

With death thrusting an evil splinter

He could feel his life force draining

Bit by bit his consciousness waning

He knew this day would come knocking

And bring in deaths spiteful mocking

In flashes he remembered his kin

Old acquaintances through the din

Friends, buddies and family did he see

Who by his side his heart longed to be

Life as he knew it, was lingering at its very end

Everything he had ever been, was now penned

His heart ached when he saw the futility of it all

His soul ached as grim reaper gave the final call

Helplessly his mind blanked out in darkness

As overwhelming pain engulfed in harshness

His mind in silence accepted his gloom

His mind knew it was his eternal doom

If life could be lived differently he would choose peace

If his beloved saw him now, his misery would cease

But now he lay asunder in a land far off with jihadi blazing guns

In throes of darkness he saw loneliness amidst a thousand suns

Would he a soldier be if given a second run

Or would he relish life and love by the ton

Would he want life with the same fate of doom?

With no one to comfort his sentence of gloom

Realization seeped through and spoke

Without life and love he was but broke

The Boy Scout adventure was now over

He would want a life much more sober

Life could be just fine by a meadow

With canvas and poetry for the dough

Sprinkle of some friends by his side

Churning laughter through life’s ride

That will only be just a dream

Now he lay in deaths regime

Maybe he lived the best he knew

Maybe his life was red not blue

Maybe Providence had got his life right

And sent him for that righteous fight

Maybe after all fate was not so bad

His life for his men, ohh was he glad

His comrades saw his final story

A fight for just honour and glory

His life had he sacrificed for his men

The truth of it all struck him just then

His life was worth, for it was lived for others

For his family country and military brothers

He sighed as satisfaction seeped through

His life seemed now to be of a better hue

Slowly his sparkling eyes closed

Surely his failing heart composed

For country and love; the end he braced

With open arms his death he embraced