For the Soldiers (Revisited)

We’re all stuck behind dirt bars
our bodies strewn with scars.
Our hearts yearning for the dead;
a silent prayer still rolling in my head.

The silence of night is torn by this grenade,
the bomb's whistle’s a lonely serenade.
You don't know what we would trade,
for these killing machines to fade.

With heavy guns within our hands,
we’re hoping to return to our own lands.
For our country we are waiting- raiding;
mostly in the dark of the moon's lighting.

We fight side by side with friends,
knowing any moment could be their ends.
Days drag by with nothing but waiting,
when moments pass with inhumane killing.

The stench fills us with wrenching dread,
and make the living a part of the dead.
Where have all the hope and laughter gone?
They’re lost in this place where the dead belong.

Far from here, our families are grieving,
just as they did when they saw us leaving.
I hope to see them alive someday…
How I yearn to see my little ones play…