A silent spectator

I have no word...

An army truck had left long before

but my heart didn't return,

it got washed away once again

in the thought of my countrymen

I was there, playing a silent spectator

watching it again with my naked eyes

his face was soaked in blood

head drooling in every direction

thin orifice through the swelled eyes

was still gleaming, so peaceful

A joy of a victory as achieved alas

Tired soldiers dragged his body

threw it in the back of truck

his hands were tied from back-with his shoulders

but legs were moving vaguely

struggling to push its body farthest from the soldiers

The body had already forgotten the pain

and the soul is free of all the repentance

his eyes gradually closed

as if retiring from day labor

tears were dried long ago

I can still see his deep eyes

full of courage, without regret, so peaceful

The camouflaged truck left with huge roar

but my silent prayers went after it

chasing it through the coldness of night

following into the darkness of unknown cell

May you-my friend, rest in peace