OBSERVING POEM(literary magazine)

In a pit of brown dust, 

he walks with a wood plank,

He's got Army written on his chest,

Perhaps not a soldier,

But he must fulfill his duty,

and follow commands,

taking orders from his Seargeant,

 he does them without question,

on the inside he is tired,

of the tyranny that awaits him day after day,

thinking why can't you do you it?,

But all he gives is a smile and a yes sir,

He keeps his hands steady to be sure his fellow Private,

does not miss the nail,

from the reflection of the bright sun on the nail,

He sees victory