She looks around – all is manic

He is not the only one

The medic already on the run,

No moment of silence, no bowed head,

Next! Next! Leave him – he's already dead.

 

Her heart is sad,

But eyes don’t cry.

Lips let out a sigh of despair.

She will pray for the departed,

Like always, since war started.

 

But this no other day,

He is no rebel unknown,

Nor a man to his duty sworn,

It the only child she bore

All of age four,

He cries no more

Something pierced his core.