Died with a stitched up body
Broken heart and deep scars
He wasn't a political person
Believed in rights and views
He died before the parades
But not before the protests
As some protested the war
One that had broken him
One that had killed him
Left without worries
As he did so believing
What else could he do
But the job he was given
It was one he chose to do
In the end it was Azrael
Who had chosen him
But it was the war
That made him choose
To do what he must do
