I volunteered to serve my country
but I never knew what would be
stopping in a desert town
I shot a little girl down.
Running toward us as fast as she could
to beg any food that she could.
We were to wary
of what she could carry,
for some use children as cheap bombs.
Warning shots,
from this tired soldier
to low.
Her curly black hair
and shiny brown eyes,
I watched the betrayal
and loss as she dies.
Always hearing the wails
of her mothers cries.
Tears flowing
from face to face
rocking
hugging
the little body
in her arms.