The Glory of a Senseless War

I approached the building again as always wearing wires concealed by my unborn child hunger returned while I feasted on raw celery sticks and half eaten chicken bones I'd wonder where exactly I belonged here among the fallen the dead beings reaching for honor in a forgotten world where stars and stripes stare down at humility while a sudden flush of freedom simply takes your breath away panting occurs as air becomes a personal diamond mine prepared for the willingly to die spies seeking solace behind enemy lines of stolen dog tags of rewritten survival skills sending chills of fear in a childlike expression covered beneath wartime benefits and maritime housing corporation tainted beyond the meek the weak who reaps for us in a senseless notion of where home was found after we return to glory shores and meaningless emotional balance trapped in tomorrow's yesterday