A Sonnet to the Soldier's Chance

Does the soldier get a chance to ask Why the bullet came to pass Through his heart and out his back While his soul seeps slowly out the crack? Does the bullet even care Whether or not the death was fair? Did the muzzle know the pain Of the soldiers embarrassed shame? Was the finger thinking of The fragility of a heart in love As it pulled the trigger back with ease And brought this soldier to his knees? Love is no more than a senseless war Wish him luck as he storms the shore.