The Last Soldier

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.