soldier

His heart was cold and frozen,  Like the trees in winter.  His eyes spew fire,  At the sight of enemies across.  Fierce warrior that he was,  His only aim was to save his flag.  He shot everyone in the line,  But...

The uniform neatly pressed,  With the corners sharp on touch.  Few books and certificates,  And photographs of family and God,  Arranged carefully in the metallic trunk,  With his name inscribed in white,  Brought tears to his parents eyes,  Even though their...