The Militant Soldier Boy <br />Lies dying. In shame, <br />His body lies in disgrace, <br />Because he could no longer face <br />The Innocents. <br /> <br />The Innocents, the ones who died <br />At his hand in that foreign land. <br />He saw them in his dreams. <br />He saw them when he was awake, <br />Or walking about his hometown, <br />His place of safety, his refuge. <br /> <br />They stood beside him <br />At the altar <br />Of his church, <br />And when he was at work, <br />Until he could no longer face <br />The Innocents. <br /> <br />And so, with his Soldier Boy's <br />Tattered Honor gathered about him, <br />His heart gave a sigh. <br />He decided he must die, <br />Shamed and alone, <br />Like the Innocents. <br /> <br />Dedicated to all soldiers who must live with the horror of death. <br />Scarlett Treat, March 26,2007<br /><br />Scarlett Treat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-soldier-boy-lies-dying/
