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He ran his fingers over his scar

The scar he got that day

The day he went to battle

While kids hurt and prayed



He watched himself on the mirror

And fixed his posture up straight

Remembering bombs and fires

The decision that changed al fate



The man collapsed and covered his face

Of embarrassment and shame

For killing the innocent civilians

All seemed a demonic game



He saw the faces on mirror

The cries and pleading screams

The shrieking of the helpless

And the horrific scene of a dream



He also saw himself

The man with the fire gun

Shooting with no remorse

With a smirk reflecting fun



The man hesitated and swallowed

Chocking with what was true

The truth he use to feel was strength

But now the reason he?s blue



He looked uncontrollable and sick

He now saw what all had seen

He formed a tight fist and growled

And hit the mirror to brake the mean



The old soldier knows he can not run

He will be reminded all the time

When he dares solute the flag

Or touches what now?s a sign



All he did was follow orders

But was guilty for the delight

How he enjoyed seeing pain

And now hides day and night



The scar will follow everywhere

And remind him of the shameful win

The win of the war he lead

That honored him a solemn sin





Again, he ran his fingers over his scar...