I sit in the trenches,
Not knowing where I've been,
But around me there is gunfire,
And I see my foe standing before me,
And we take to arms.
I saw my foe-
At least, I thought
He was my foe-
And I-
I shot him.
I shot him down.
Is this war?
Or is this slaughter?
For am I a soldier for good?
Or a soldier for evil deeds?
I will never know.
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I saw my foe, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and vote.