This work is a poem based on my imagination of an Allied soldier during WWII walking alone on the road into occupied Nazi Germany and is shot by a sniper. _____________________________ Like a black panther I strolled, Amidst the rubble and destruction of cold. The ruined buildings gaping their ugly mouths like personified monsters, With speckled bullet holes smeared on those damned fretters. Lamenting that they only were witness and victims of war and bloodshed, Oh, the bloody landscape dead. The clouds swept in pain away, The beautiful colours of the mighty sky shyed away. Corpses of civilian and enemy soldiers littered the floors of hard-masoned roads, My Thompson was steady in my