For People

drunk_on_poetry

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 Offline)
  • Published: September 13th, 2023 09:55
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 4
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