Sixteen
The scream haunted
Some of the Soldiers
From the inside out
Intricately scarring some
In feelings unexplored
When it eventually stopped.
Some had served for ten years
And fought in
Countless battles and wars,
Others had been in Northern Ireland
Terrified to patrol alone
Some areas alone
And others in the Middle East
Enthroned in death like a brother
But left shaking here
Glistened with a patterned rage
As the screaming and the killings
Cut straight through their spines
And completely unsure
Whether they should wait
Or just opening fire.
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