One Last Bullet
Posted By: Walker<likethisismyemail@hotmail.com>
Date: 17 December 2003, 10:50 PM
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I woke up bloody Torn and gashed My scars were deep My spirit mashed
I was surrounded by dead And was soon them to join I could feel my life fading So I girded my loins
And searched for a weapon A lifesaving grace A rifle, a pistol Blood dripped from my face
Finally I pulled From a dead soldier's hands A near-empty pistol Dirtied with sands
I cleaned it well And checked the action I soon found it To be to my satisfaction
I saw that it had But one last bullet One for the trigger To fire when I'd pull it
I toyed with the idea Of a suicide stand A charge against the foe To by their hand
Or maybe by mine, My suffering to end One last bullet Down that barrel to send
But the choice was not mine To make on this day God had decided I'd die another way
He sent to my hole Dirty and wet An enemy patrol Ready and set
To take my life from me Like the rest of my friends Like all of my comrades I'd soon meet my end
I peeked up my head Just enough to see The enemies approaching Across the field of misery
They were armed well And did not expect Any of my kind To survive what we met
When they struck us first Just one day ago When they took from us life That merciless foe
But now here I was In just the position To give them a change In their composition
My bullet would strike Just where I'd send it I'd send it so well Upon my life to end it
The Elite in the front? Or the one in the back? Perhaps one of the Grunts To fall down with a crack
Or maybe a Jackal Hiding behind its cowardly shield To my bullet at least Its ghost would yield
Finally I choose And just in time The enemy patrol Would pay for their crime
Against all my people Against all my race Against all my happiness And against my face
The face that wouldn't smile Ever again To scarred and dead Was its expression then
I raised the pistol And with all my might I pulled the trigger And ended my fight
My pistol fell My hands too weak The Elite who died Tried to speak
But from his neck gushed blood And so there his voice died His comrades moved on None stopped and cried
They were more alert now More ready to fight More ready to kill me And end my plight
Little did they know The bullet that struck Was the last one of mine Found in the muck
So as they came closer I merely waited to die Just as they found me Black covered my eye
I lost my vision But was still able to breathe For a few seconds longer The air yielded to me
Just as the enemy's sword Came down into my chest I knew it was over The life I loved best
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