The Other Warrior Poem by Aaron Brown
The Other Warrior
taking the victory, let none escape
ensuring no vengeance takes shape
through murder, pillage and rape
basking in glory, steal the prize
never seeing the pain which lies
behind blind, defeated eyes
mired in mud, join in cacophony
heart hard, black and ugly
ignorant of the final irony
bathing in blood, exalt in battle
sword slaying enemies like cattle
never hearing your own death's rattle
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4/25/2024 10:47:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The other warrior indeed, but at times he rears his ugly head in all of us. Very well done.