Wayfaring Soldier

 

I am a poor wayfaring soldier

I fought in many battles

I am wounded and tired

Wasted and have no hope

I killed many people

I saw death and dying

I saw burning villages

Weeping widows and children

I saw dark clouds over me

I was not sure of my fate

I was an instrument

I had to follow orders

All I knew was to kill and destroy

In the end, I deserted

I had enough of my share

I wanted to leave the battlefield

I started drifting everywhere

I wanted to go home

I want to see my family

I wanted to be a civilian

But I was far away from my expectations

Ruwan M Jayatunge