Slaves Of War

I saw the blood on the ground.

Bodies were littered all around.

A friend lay there, with closed eyes.

The only living things were the flies.



I walked alone amongst the dead.

Walked on past friend and foe.

Scolding tears as I bow my head.

Wondering where I should go.



In war the soldiers are only a slave.

Like me, all of us are just the same.

I now stop here, at a marked grave.

And it is bearing only my name.







copyright Chris Smith July4th 2009