I am the first soldier to die on the battlefield.
I do it all for people.
Please, don't tell me that I don't care
No one knows me as well as myself.
All I do, I do for them.
If you don't believe me
Open your eyes for once
Sooner or later you will find out
Action speaks for itself.
I gave all I had to people.
And all I received was
A silent thank you.
Give them a finger
And they'll take your entire hand.
Now I know what my elders meant.
They stole my uniform, my shoes, my gun,
I was not properly buried.
Rotting in the noon sun
Not one of them mourned who I was.
And you asked ME
If I am fond of having people around!?
In the end, in front of God's children
I still remain
A harmless body on the battlefield.
- Author: drunk_on_poetry (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 13th, 2023 09:55
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