'Doway, doway', the soldier shouted, <br />moving them on with much impatience, <br />they were not able to go any faster, <br />kids, handwagons and their lives' belongings <br />were not salvation but a hindrance for them all. <br /> <br />He took his filthy and mud crusted Kalatshnykov <br />and shot them all before they reached the town. <br />'What is the diffference', he asked himself, <br />a few more bodies in this war, and then he saw <br />a timid movement in the pile of bodies, 'life', <br />more out of shame and guilt he aimed again <br />and killed the final remnants of the human spirit.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/end-of-war/
