The Day I Died

Dead bodies sprawled everywhere
Blood spurted here and there
Screaming, shotguns and bombs on the air
But Lord
I did not bother to care...

On the ground I stood proudly
Hallelujah brother!
I am the best soldier!
Can you hear me?

But suddenly...
Something tugged at my slack
A hand too small to fight back
Her chest was bleeding badly
Her eyes begging me for mercy...

Unspoken words
Indescribable pain
I could almost hear her
Asking me now and again...

'Why?
Why this war?
Why must we go this far?'

As the little girl took her last breath
After struggling hard
I felt an arrow
Ingrained deeply in my heart...

Though on that night
She passed away
But it was I
Who died, that day...


ash komikiwa
13/2/2000
6.38 pm
Sunday