Poem

Twenty one guns strike the air
The flag is folded with precision and care
Close friends and family silently weep
While down to the dirt my bed does slowly creep
All of this could have been prevented
With just one intervention

For weeks I sat alone and hollow
Now from you falls a tear of sorrow
So fast it all did happen
My own victim, I was trapped in
You can't know what I've seen or done
Though you, too, may have held a gun

The pressures of combat
Yes they caused all of that
Conflicts fought both internal and external
Following the command of the heartless colonel
Now here I lay finally at rest
I'm sorry, Sergeant, I tried my best