The March

I am a warrior trapped

Behind enemy lines
Blended in with their lies
And their songs of war,
A soldier of a different

Kind, designed for peace,
Not revolution, their ways
Are a pollution to the purity
Of this air, waving weapons

And ammo, sharing scars
And stories all the same,
Fighting sanity and blame
As the rockets burst towards

The sky, an explosion so bright
It rains stars from the universe
Weaving round hearses and
Back inside our skeletal homes

Awaits children and family,
Letters they wrote bundled
On the scattered planes, I
Keep my name on my chest

So they will not forget, and
When I wave my flag of
Surrender and get swallowed
By the crowd, I’ll turn to the

Heavens, my last sun down.


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