22 Oct. 97
The Innocent Enemy.

He was laying there,
And they were smiling.
They didn’t care.
They did not feel the guilt
Of murder.
Of killing a innocent young man.
They saw it as something
That just has to be done.
A job.
Kill or be killed.
Everyone was the enemy.
There was no time for guilt.
Not until they were all gone.
Every last one of the enemy.
Even the innocent ones-
Too young to understand
What was going on.
Not until the job was complete,
Would they know what they had done.
And then it would be too late.
Too late to undo the wrong
And bring back the young and innocent enemy.