A Soldier at War

A war we want.
In our heart,
a hate as black as stone.
Heaven’s near,
but we don’t fear.
God’s wrath is theirs alone.
The good book says,
to bury your dead
and bow down to what is right.
A soldiers sent
to collect the rent,
and to make them see the light.
It’s been ten long years.
The sound in my ear
is of terror in the night.
I see the bloody, broken bones,
the rubble from their life
Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust.
A man buries his wife.
A child looked at me today.
Hate as black as stone.
She just turned and walked away
but she was not alone.
I stand here in this miserable place,
my rifle across my arm.
I wonder each and every day;
was it Satan’s charm?
That got us here so long ago
to take a million souls.
Heaven seems so far away.
God’s wrath we all have known.