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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