The Fighter

Swetha Mathai, Staff Writer

He holds his weapon by his side
Tip-toeing around the horrific sight
Doesn’t know when he’ll take his last breath
Prays to God that he won’t die with any regrets

The rubble beneath his feet
Causes him to feel his body heat
He looks at the bright sky
He wishes this fight will soon die

The fighter is his name
He fights for love not for victory
The ones before him who came
Are the ones who inspired him to fight for peace