The only living thing
at a Hooch under threatening skies,
and smoking, stinking ruins,
was a young girl
with old eyes.
There were no tears or frowns;
just a vacant stare!
There was not the slightest notice
of our soldiers arriving there.
It was a scene that made men curse
at the very thought of war;
when the enemy slaughtered innocents,
it made a scene the soldiers abhorred!
A soldier knelt beside her
with trembling chin, about to cry,
and received a vacant stare,
from the young girl with old