Why?

As darkness falls the shelling stopped and the Earth grew ever colder.
It's taking far too long to die for one badly wounded soldier.
Abandoned by his comrades for the safety of their trench,
He's dying out in no man's land amidst the gore and stench,
too late for prayer, too late for Love Too late even for repentance.
He hears the cries for "Mother" from those under the same sentence.
With labored breath he, too, gives voice to the dark forbidding sky.
The last word from his dying lips is the simple question: "Why? "

by John F. McCullagh

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