The Dance of War

Free to be free, is not free; for there is, a cost, for the choice, and the chance. Only a few, are able, and willing to go, to the horrible, and hard core dance. As soon one, sets foot, upon the floor, there is no turn around, and there is no returning back. Instead someone, is then made, to perform, with the only thing, to do, is to quickly react. The participants on either side; for their, very own sake, wants to be the one, to truly, take the sudden ultimate lead. Making moves, to set forth, their direct positions, over lives, whom suffer deaths, from wounds, that bleed. The music being, only the beat of the boom, and the bang, from the bullets, as the weapon, truly goes. As the rest of the world, the audience themselves, awaits the return, of the leader, when the dance, becomes froze.