Pain screaming for several hours
Frozen for many more years for us
It was real in his life, that horror,
Now it’s but a reflection that lasts, that’s ours.
Life was cruel , Death was kind,
What was it that kept him in pain?
What is it that made it ours?
That fallen soldier, did he question his purpose?
Shouldn’t we consider his and ours?
For Death, it may not matter,
For Life, it definitely does.