The soldier’s conscience was troubling him, <br />the enemy was foremost in his thoughts. <br />Day and night he questioned his decisions <br />whilst mentally and physically he fought. <br /> <br />One early morning as the sun climbed the sky <br />he made sure his back faced the sun. <br />with bayonet fixed he stabbed his shadow <br />all day and until the moon did come. <br /> <br />The day left him exhausted, tired and hungry, <br />but convinced he’d beat the enemy within. <br />But the next day his conscience had returned <br />with the message that killing was not for him.<br /><br />Orlando Belo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conscience-28/
