Gunner on top the pill box <br />Patiently awaiting your arrival <br />He seeks to take you out in one fell swoop <br />Taking your life for his own will <br />The raindrops dance as they splatter on his helmet <br />He knows not of your family or your life <br />Only to do what his government has said <br />Kill the enemy, to not stop till their all dead <br />But you are just a man <br />Not the enemy to him <br />He cannot kill you like the general said <br />Sparing you and your entire battalion <br /> <br />You approach with anxious fear <br />Knowing that loaded turrets are near <br />They have taught one thing in the service <br />Don’t be afraid and to never be nervous <br />So you and your men march to their bunker <br />In silent despair and ready to get out of here <br /> <br />You see the opposing gunner and open fire <br />Unfortunately you never knew his one desire <br />Doesn’t wanna kill you just leave you alone <br />But now you’ve killed him and its done <br />Later that month the war is over <br />You can go home to a wife in Dover <br />But he lay rotting on a foreign ground <br />His country left him and his body never was found<br /><br />Robbie Squires<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-foreign-land/
