War Donkey

I found him up there,
I found him up on the cliff,
In the blood stained soil.
He lay motionless,
His torn hat covered his face,
So I dragged it off.
His face, blood covered,
His heart no longer beating.
Another soul lost.
He has stopped fighting,
But gunfire shots still echo.
Battle continues.
I'm led away,
The soldier upon my back.
A slow, sad journey.
Rest you bones upon my back, soldier.

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