THE WARRIOR

I was born into a war I was born into a war I Was born into this war And I couldn’t even talk I didn’t know how to walk I hit the ground surviving Heavy fire, Heavy losses Broken will broken compass On death ground Death behind me Death ahead of me Surrounded No space to retreat No way home This is no way to live Its no way to go The enemy was within No secrets no strategy No manoeuvres No being clever This is not go This is not chess I am no Hannibal I am no Scipio I am no Ceaser I no Napoleon I am no general I am no emperor I am no conqueror I don’t make the decisions Just obedience to violence Mano a mano Running low on ammo Not a moment to breathe Blood all over the camo Screams and limbs flying Bodies piling, blood is flowing The flies are multiplying The maggots are feasting And its only just starting what is certain I will die here I will die at the end I don’t get to make it out ahead I will be dead I have not given up but I know the reaper He’s a friend I have seen him hugging my brothers I have seen him show spite I have seen him show mercy he is the angel of destiny Ordaining us to be saints Or giving swords to be martyr’s The pain is mounting And I am out of cocaine The medics are out of morphine And its already too late for me I am bleeding , badly wounded Intestines are hanging One arm is missing I am being brave But heart can only take me so far Fighting to the end feeling woozy I can’t hear a thing I think I am dying I can’t just lay down and die I can’t just lay down to die I-can’t let them just win I can’t just stop.