A Soldier's Fate

His name was penned in the army's list.
For valour, for honour, for strength in his fist.
War being declared on one sulky day
The bombs started to rain, the sky turned grey.
The guns gave vent to a vengeful call.
The cannon's ripped of the heads and skull.
The habitants fled, the enemy's scourge
Cursed the land with their ominous forge!
He plucked the strings of sorrow at heart
The land required him to play his part.
A rifle held close, grenades in pocket
He looked at his mom's brazen locket.
The benison hung, a pendant of glory,
While he pondered the lines of an unwritten obituary.
Then he felt a pain in the lung
The bell in heaven for him was rung.
A soldier arrived, a friend of his
Served him water and stretched his knees.
He showered him hope that he would thrive.
His wounds would heal and he would survive.
The gasps did last for a few more seconds.
The sounds of gunfire were heard at a distance.
The soldier mourned, in tears did he drown.
A corpse on his lap, the face buried deep in a frown.