Bright and shiny,
Skies clear,
And blue,
A Sunday morning.
Conscience,
In good hands,
Packed away,
In a lock box,
Back home,
With mom,
And my,
Little sister,
Sue,
In New Jersey.
Automatic weapon,
At my side,
Dressed,
And ready,
To go out,
On patrol.
Rifle aimed,
Crosshairs aligned,
Breath held,
Shot fired,
Another Sand n-word,
Down,
A job,
Well done!
The battle decided,
The enemy destroyed,
An evening stroll,
After having,
Allowed the trophy,
A forty year-old corpse,
To properly stiffen.
However, Horrified, I flinched, And with no mercy, There it was, Ravaged, Realizing that, That I, Who killed, That I, Who crucified,
As I approached,
The remains,
Of what,
Was at one time,
A living,
Breathing,
Human being,
I happened to notice,
Something,
That I will,
Never forget,
A photo,
Of what must,
Have been,
The Father,
The soldier,
I killed,
His wife,
And their two sons,
And three daughters.
By the realization,
That I had murdered,
Someone,
Just like me,
In fact,
At that very moment,
I think,
I wanted to die,
As my conscience,
From out of nowhere,
Seemingly launched,
A vicious attack upon,
The military's,
Rather wicked attempt,
To destroy my soul,
Whatsoever,
My conscience,
Lashed out at me,
For the,
Terrible thing,
I had done!
Lying at my feet,
A stiffened frame,
Frightened eyes,
Sunken deep within,
The cavity,
Of the man's,
Shattered skull,
And at that moment,
I saw his soul!
By shame,
And doubt,
I stood there,
In the,
Dreadful,
Darkness,
Of death,
I had become,
A savage beast.
It was then,
That I began,
To understand,
Had been,
The one,
Jesus,
Had been,
The one,
Christ!
