Could you critisize my poem please?

Question

Opposite I the field,

The enemy points and aims,

A line of amo soars,

And ends a family name.

Opposite me a man,

Just 20 years of age,

Blessed with the gift of life,

I fire out of rage.

The enemy reloads,

I hear a fiery blast,

My friend is shot and killed,

Anger to hot to last.

I load my gun with rage,

This b*****d's gonna to pay,

I pull the trigger and pray,

God kill this angry sage.

But god is busy now,

Across the graveyard lay,

A dieing soldier man,

Praying today be my last day

I fire one last shot,

The enemy does the same,

The lord answers both our prayers,

And ends this fiery game.

By: Trevor S.

Answer 1

I can't, any criticism would be trivial in response to that collection of thought.