You look me in the eye
So plain, and so blank
After scanning
My testimony.
Those words are as
Nothing to you.
No sense nor feeling
Erodes you.
Why must a person
Die without the chance
To win the war
In arms?
Let me conclude:
Some are destined
To fight in fields
Of a losing battle.
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