Death
            
             Everywhere I looked
             Death surrounded me.
             The smell of blood and urine
             Clogged my nose.
             I had not had enough slept for days
             I felt tired and dizzy.
             Everywhere I went
             The screams of soldiers
             And the sound of machine-guns
             Filled my ears.
             In front of me
             An injured soldier
             Lay on the ground
             In his hand was a gun.
             I kicked the gun away
             And reach for my own
             I shot him twice
             Once in the chest
             And another through the groin
             But he refused to die.
             He started speaking in German
             It seemed like he was begging
             Begging me to spare him
             But I didn't feel any sympathy
             I had lost all that since the start of the war.
             So I got ready to shoot again
             This time I took my gun
             And aimed for the heart –
             BANG!...