Saturday, August 27, 2022

Brothers-In-Arms

Sworn enemies, swords drawn,  
In this battlefield, I am, but just a pawn. 
Each side convinced, its on the side of Dharma, 
To fight with equanimity, is my Karma. 

Each morning begins, with josh and energy,
I fight for my brothers, not for state or clergy. 
The monster across, the enemy line,
If I could get him soon, all would be fine.  

As night sets in, and ceasefire declared,
Is he dead or alive, I must have cared. 
For I went into the Land, where No Man goes,
And on his bleeding dead body, I placed a white rose.
 
If I see you in the daytime, I swear I'll kill,
To face you in the night, is a task uphill.  


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