Gentle Touch
He collapse into a deep dark sleep,
falling deep into his own corner of Dante's hell... His hell
that many would tell him over and over,
imprinting deep within in him.
In this cold earth he lays, on these sluggish worms that
filled this dark soil mix with this valuable oil of the wealthy.
This cursed earth that accepts his body that nobody cares for.
A simple soldier on a mission for others in this war score!
Twisting his mangled body, he lays his weary sight on the body of his brothers at arms...
Their body parts scattered all around him,
His shallow lungs, sings hymns of all that is wrong...
But nobody is there to sing the chorus of this
so... so... long war! His sight begins to fade into the abyss
of this colored black oil...
But suddenly, his mangled body is being jerked from the turmoil of this lustful soil...
Feeling someone leg slipping against this slippery
substance of this world, that many countries hold dear.
This substance should be feared for the power it has.
Yet, his body is brought back onto dry land,
onto this so called Holy Dirt of this natural sand.
Leaving the smell of gun powder and metallic smell of blood
into his war torn past.
He reaches with his weak hand for help...
Fearing an empty grasp...But then a small exotic hands
hold his blistered filled hand.
This warm gentle touch of another, that cradles his mind
to rest for all his fallen brothers,
who now were in the place of all histories fallen warriors...
His shallow breath became steady... Slowly his mind
began to settle, settle in the peace of this rare angelic touch.
He gazed up in a slow matter to a special sight,
a sight that broke his heart ever more...
There before him, a young nurse from
the other side of this epic war...
He began to stu-stutter... An ap-apology!
Before any words made sense, she gently placed
her dirty oily finger on his mouth...
With she gave him a smile of equality.
his pity to be on her land... Her city and be able
to feel her... Healing touch!
In this world of greed and malice...
He couldn't believe there existed a gentle touch like THIS!
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