He went down, blood flowing, jaw cracked
And mouth giving off a horrifying smell,
His comrade pulls him, tugs him, trying to get him away from no-man’s land.
He coughs blood over the face, his eyes tearing up
As he finally sees the blood gushing out from his leg.
His health centre bullet out, but leg still aching,
Wife comes tearing up, baby in hands, he finally gets to see his child.
He is being evacuated, the plane ready for takeoff when it happens there,
The plane is hit by bulletts, he jumps for the ground,
Everyone’s dead except him.
The rebels get on the plane looking for the living, they look at him,
But he is not captured.
They leave, he gets up and starts it up again and flies it,
Then he realises one of the engines has exploded, but still he gets up,
Then he gets 300 miles and realises there is no oil,
He lands in an unknown country…
Abu Taher Basith (13)