SOLDIER
Standing on the line of fire, near blasted trench
my tattered gum boots stuck in ice, as I stretch
eyes out into dim-lit, dark blank between borders
from where air fetches decaying carrions’ stench;
miles away from a camp, in hostile fangs of cold
with unfaded dream of eternal tricolor and honor
guard my country, by enemy’s bullets made bolder
bound by love to land, I’m a tired, hungry soldier;
hurt by stone-pelters, harassed by storms and rain
I tread valor’s sturdy path without caring for pain,
always ready to walk into the mouth of blind cannon
to come back to bereaved family, wrapped in coffin;
the poor Moon of my desires melts here under clouds
as a sheet of snow my luck, love and life, enshrouds.
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