Being a soldier....A Poem by ZephyrStop Wars!Being a
sturdy soldier Wearing the
military gear Pointing the
gun sans fear I stood.
I thought of
my Lady Awaiting me
with hope steady Loving her I
am ready Leaving her
I am not.
I looked at
the ‘enemy’ in front Guarding the
rival front Sizing me
with a gun and grunt Ready to
fire.
“Shoot and
kill Or get shot
and die” I resonated.
I scanned up
my rival With a
thought which ain’t trivial “He reflects
me”- also the vial That
injected in me the rare Empathy.
Behold! I am
a danger To an
innocent stranger Awaited upon
by his Lover With hopes
and desires.
We serve our
nation With Love
& obligation Leaving the
humane sensation In stark
darkness.
I lowered my
deadly gun With a smile
under the blazing sun And
backwards I spun
Leaving my
rival agape. © 2017 ZephyrAuthor's Note
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