Soldier Struggle

The days the nights didn’t mean a thing, the good the bad and me in between, the war the fights I took no sides, I watched life fall to death. the weak the strong I took no sides, I fought both for and fought against. The leaders the followers I neither love nor hate, the winners the losers I play fair with nor cheat. The rules the guide the game’s the same, for men for soldiers who come and go, I watched them fight dark and light. For those for some who fought but for, ended up with those with all who fight against. For those for all who fought against, all failed and knew what reason for. For those for all who passed the test, were neither last to do so nor the first. So I learnt this war it meant, this uniform I wear, this victory unclear, the weapons the armor didn’t mean a thing, the task the mission impossible it seemed, the days the nights seemed waste of time, a waste of time the months the years. The oath I swore the pledge I made, the battles I fought didn’t mean a thing, I fought both for and fought against.