Fear Of Fighting Poem by Benjamin K Duncan

Looking through the lense of deciet
dissassociated from the atrocities of evil.

The trigger pulls itself into a
systematic, catergoric, slaughter.

The bodies fall, all I hear is the hum
of distant screams.
Death penetrates children
and soldiers alike

I don't smile; I don't cry
I check my clip; I'm ready to die

Confirmed kill, IED destruction
Men in burkhas phoning a friend.
A cell phones' ring bringing the end

They play the game of millionaire
for only 72.

Hollow shells rain from the air
bringing explosive death
down to earth.

God was on a holiday
like I, he closed his eyes
and the horror unfolded infront of him

I could never dream anymore
only hallucinate

Parades commemorate what I did.
They don't know what I did
I don't know what I did.

Wake in the night screaming,
I could see everyone of their faces

For what I've done, I'll suffer
for freedom they said.
I've been trapped since I came back.