Wednesday, May 8, 2013
“How’s the pain?”
Fine.
“You’re lucky you survived.”
But my brother, he didn’t.
“What do you think? Will you join us?”
All eyes turn to me.
A dozen pairs or so, waiting for an answer
I’m all too ready to give.
“Yes”
If only just to kill those faceless murderers.
I’ve joined the battle brigade.
We ship out today. Way past time for second thoughts.
I’m a soldier now, being sent out to kill.
But who am I kidding?
I’m just a boy from a lost town watching moths dance in the summer breeze.
I’m not ready for this hell.
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