In army dont be weak...

They give me sniper,
Saying: „Shot them.
Don’t be afraid that you hurt them.
Don’t think it’s just a game.”

I take that gun.
Looking curious.
Why everybody this way looks?
With blood thirsty hunted eyes?

I aim on friend of mine.
Watch that cross on his chest.
Try to pull trigger,
But no success.

“Shot!
Everything depends on you!”
I hear leader of our group,
Yell in the middle of battle.

“I’m sniper. I muss do it.
But why? It’s just a game!”
I look around me.
What I see terrified me to the end.

Blood, dead and scream of pain,
I see and heard everywhere.
“What I’m doing here?”
I hear myself cry out in pain.

Looking on that cold killer in my hand,
I throw it away.
Curl in side myself on that spot.
Try to protect my life.

I’m selfish I know.
Listening to those yells.
But I can not take life away.
Like mindless soldiers do.

I’m different.
I’m not a soldier.
I wan to find a cure.
For what? I don’t know.

Battle is over now.
I look in a gun.
My friend holds it.
And I know, he will don’t think about it.

I heard a distant shot.
Than nothing.
Only darkness around me.
I sold my life to army.

But that don’t count, now.
I sold my body, not my soul.
I died in battle,
When I try to find a cure.

Cure for hate and wars.
But in army I have no choose.
I go in battle, not knowing only law:
“Kill or be killed.”