Life is too Short for War

Why these soldiers are near me,
is the question I ask.
They just threw in tear gas,
and I don't have a mask.

The leaders of my country,
have created this war.
So why do I have to die from it?
What is this for?

It's for the pleasure of my leaders,
and my life is the cost.
That I have to die by torture,
in the early morning frost.

One bullet speeded towards me,
and they just shot five more.
 I hate my country's decision,
to fight this awful war.

I can barely feel my legs,
and my arms are frozen numb.
Due to the politicians egos
I just lost my thumb.

A man just stabbed my hand,
and my thumb rolled right off.
At this point my screams were so loud,
I couldn't hear myself cough.

The pain was overwhelming,
and I was going to die in much pain.
While the leaders of my country,
just sat there in vain.

Why am I to die,
when the politicians are at fault.
I never asked for a war,
but now my life is at a halt.

I have a few hours to live,
may be even less.
While I see blood around me,
I do not feel blessed.

The clock is ticking,
and I am running out of breath.
Because my leaders started this war,
I will soon meet my death.