Guns to the left of him
Guns to the right of him
Guns in front of him
Guns behind him
Nowhere to run
He dropped down
Feigning death by
Remaining very still
The soldiers around him
Shrugged and walked away
His tortured mind
Remained frozen
He just concentrated
On lying inert
Until there was complete
Silence all about him
He then rolled slowly
Listening for gun shots
In case he was still
Under surveillance
But as silence prevailed
With a sigh of relief
He made good his escape
On reaching home
A few days later
He realised that
Someone had been
Watching over him
It was perhaps the spirit
Of his deceased mother
Who had died of shock
When she heard that he
May have been killed
On the battle front.
