Your War
Bloodied and battleworn
I called for a steed that could run
Instead of a horse
You brought me a gun
A comrade in the trench
Not an invitation to a ball
I've run out of ammo
But it is'nt my war
You angered the enemy
He thinks it was me
You gave without asking
Now the problem is yours
Copyright © Jannie Breedt | Year Posted 2017
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