Battlefield rant!

When I was way younger,

I envied men in uniform or on horseback.

I thought, “This’ really manly.”

I admired ‘fight’ and ‘control’.

Remembering how I used to pray then:
“Lord, put me at the battlefront!”

Trust prayers to always be answered.

Lol. I even don’t know what part of the battle this is.




My helmet’s bloody,
My shield’s beaten down with spear marks,
My scars are hot n’ fresh,
Every breath feels like the last breath,
I want me near a brook,
But I’ve my grip on the ‘Sword’!

That’s why I am what I am.



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