A Warrior Poem by Nemo Outis

There are Wars no more,
not that the whole is conquered
not that we are in peace
not that anything is gained, or
not that victory is achieved.

There are no wars
as
we seek no betterment than what we are

there are no wars
as
we just do not care of us anymore

there are no wars
as
we believe we are no warriors

there are no wars
as
we have learnt to give in

War, not of the blades and arrows
War, not of the guns and barrels

War, not of the one that kills men
but of that, I speak
that conquers their hearts.

War, not of the one, with cupidity
but of that, I speak
that devours knowledge of GOD.

War, not of the one, that buries men in grave
but of that, I speak
that makes a man eternal.

War, not of the one, with a page in history
but of that, I speak
that is always and never a history.

A perpetual War, Within.
Within everyone.

And I fight. Every moment
of mine.A lone Warrior.
Of my Life.