The Injured Soldier (written by poet Sahitya Poonacha)

The Injured Soldier

written by poet Sahitya Poonacha

He fell, fell to the ground

At the gunshot that created such a sound

Nobody took notice of the injured soldier

He was left there lying as the war grew thicker.

He screamed from the pain growing in his shoulder

Nobody realized the pain he would suffer

Trampling feet and screams grew monotonous

The injured soldier tried to ignore the pain that was so venomous.

He made a decision for himself

If he was to survive he'd have to help himself

Nobody was going to come to his aid

Not when each one was looking out for their own head.

He winced in pain as he got to his feet

He wouldn't give up now, not when he still had an army to beat

His shoulder cried out to him in vain

He had already chose to ignore the pain.

He took his rifle up

He adjusted his helmet and refused to give up

He kept fighting till the war was over

Each soldier fighting for their country, their home and their lover.

When the war was done and the battle was won

Every single soldier put down their gun

the injured soldier's shoulder still bleeding

now blinded him with pain and made him lose all feeling.

This time they gave him attention

This time he was treated to friendly affection

He wondered what would have happened if had given up that night

Would they have still won after all that fight?

But he was glad he hadn't for he would have been seen

As a pitiful injured soldier who wasn't keen.

It's the choices we make

And the chances we take

That set us apart

Only when, of course, the decision is made from the heart.