The last Soldier
From the narrow back
streets in a town of conflict came
A whispering, the great man has finally died and muted
Voices grew lauder till old buildings shook and dogs howled
Imitating the humans in a jubilation they didn´t understand.
For eight years this
heavy shadow of the past had hovered
As an ill omen and cowardly politicians found refuge and
Excuses for doing nothing, trying to find peace and fairness.
There will be display of mourning and his departure will be
Recorded in international presses despite the fact his
nation is
Small, yet has unequalled nuclear power in the region.
Not only his detractors, on the other side of walls of
trepidation,
Was glad to see him go, eight years a slowly rotting corpse
kept
Alive, silent day and night. How tortured this man must have
been
Endlessly waiting in the anteroom of hell.
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