The Forgotten Heroes

Slumped in an alley, behind the bins

Goon by my side, drinking away sins

I struggle to stand but collapse with a sigh

Haunted to live but afraid to die

All alone, with hearts despair

I watch the sun rise into the air

The droning sounds of vehicles fade

Until a bang from a truck pierces the day

A flash back seers my tortured mind

I hear the shots from behind

Back in the field in danger’s way

Back on the mission, killing strangers for pay

A soldier is holding his arm out straight

Finger on the trigger, determining ones fate

Eyes hold strong spying through the scope

The target strode unwary, soon to the rope

Steadying my breath I take the shot

But now revealed, others know my spot

Retreating towards, jungles cover

Enemies pursue; one after another

I hear the shots wiz past my ear

All would be lost if I listen to fear

I think of my parents and wish I were home

But life is a bastard, and politics a crone

A bullet goes deep into the flesh

Warm blood soaks through the sticky mesh

I taste the dirt as I hit the ground

Surrounded and captured, soon to be bound

Cuffed to a chair, light in my eyes

Scared and distressed, no one hears my cries

They ask me some questions and try to be nice

But I am a digger and would never eat rice

Deeper they cut and deeper they tear

But nothing oh nothing would hither despair

I try to fight their jagged knife

Promise the gods i'd make use of my life

But now I lie...

slumped in an alley, behind the bins

With goon by my side, drinking away sins

I struggle to stand but collapse with a sigh

Haunted to live but afraid to die