Good morning
A soldier is patrolling the streets
Curfew in place, shutters down,
Silence on ground,
Finger on the trigger.
Guns pointed.
A soldier is patrolling the streets.
Street dogs sense the dread
Remain still, don't bark
Birds are watching from the trees
Without moving from trees to trees
A soldier is patrolling the streets
As the day progress, shadows lengthen
Soldier's shadow lengthens
The day is about to end
The soldier looks relaxed
There is noise …
Dogs bark
Birds fly from trees to trees
Silence is broken
Soldier's shadow is not there
He is on the ground
He is dead.
There is his body
Lying in his blood
He is taken away
But blood is still there
The day ends
The blood thickens
From red to black.
So is the night
Good night.
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