A Call To Arms Poem by Martino Fortuin

A call to arms!
Tenacious and devious enemy, mirrored in deceit,
Pushes forward to meet…
My air space faces defeat

His intention not to strike me down just yet
But to weaken and confuse
To make me see the futility of my stand…
Deploying Light artillery as a strategic ruse

I intend to resist and repel the attack
The first wave floods my neural network with thoughts and images of euphoria
The second wave promises forgiveness and understanding
The third wave redefines my role as fallen warrior

Smoke filled scenes as the battle rages
Mind and body bear belligerent brunt
I am to be enslaved yet again
And led away in puff, yet free to believe that I do not want

Such is the scope of my prolonged war
Sadly, in this conflict I am both sides
The casualty count weighing heavily on my mind
Yet, the choice of victor with me ultimately resides

If I dont muster to stop
The victory song will be sung
I shall blow my own trumpet
heralding the collapse of my lung