Perched like a bird up a tree.

The ‘terrorist’ –
He’d been perched up the tree,
Perched like a bird up a tree
Watching over fellow fighters.

The white soldier –
He’d been patrolling the forest
Combing up ‘terrorists’
These black defiant hooligans.

The white soldier –
He’d spotted the terrorist,
Perched like a bird up a tree
And he’d taken his time to aim.

The shot rang!
In the dark forest –
The spent cartridge leaped into the air
Up the tree –
A bullet lodged into his chest.

He looked the world one last time
Coughed blood into the air
Blood from his chest trickled to the earth
The sacrifice for freedom!

His body did not fall to the ground
It remained up the tree,
Perched like a bird up a tree!

©2008 Otiato opali