THE SHALLOW STARE
A fellow soldier huddled in a bunker
Gunshots and bombs are all he hears
Missing the birth of his very first daughter
He is struggling with his fears
A child approached us innocently
What he brought is just a sin
He sets off a bomb so casually
Broken bodies are all around him
Villages in smoldering ashes
Littered with charred remains
What was the sin of these murdered masses?
Is there a reason for this kind of pain?
Religious zealots with knives and guns
Who want to kill the infidel
The targeted are the innocent ones
What god would promote this hell?
A lonely veteran broken and worn
Haunted by places he has been
A life now fractured, permanently torn
From the things his eyes have seen
The shallow stare of a warrior
Who has seen such human destruction
A permanent scar on his character
From the depths of his repulsion
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