You don't have to wear a uniform
to experience battle fatigue
There are plenty of civilians
wandering around in shell shock
Disoriented and prone to night
sweats, terrified and wary
Of an enemy unseen
that wages war
Day and night
breaking one's will
By slow degrees
until one quits
Thing to do before
surrender
Rally forces and attack
the cowardly foe
Where he crouches behind
a barricade of lies
Launching his barbs
of hate and frustration
without provocation
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