a poets soul

in the mist of explosions gun fire and metal clashinig
a person stands undressed unafraid of the threats  
Passing with the tide of war but more afraid of the aftermath,  
The damage the land takes. You see to trees animals and leaves  
Are hand grenades to this person, the sky rocks and water  
Is this person arsenal, this being attacks the interactions  
Between man and man with empty hands this entity  
Is literally a war hero.  
Standing infront of fire arms with out a drop of body armor  
Impervious to any harm a weapon can bring,  
the energy body Exposes the truth of humanity while  
Daring these lost soldiers to drop there weaponry
Even when ignored it shows no sign of retreat  
It stands guided by it's will as everything around  
It crashed this being still remains as a permanent  
Mark in time.