War Poem by Verbaas Mij
War
Standard issue -
Hope.
I was given a rifle at birth
and taught how to shoot.
I grew up practicing to see
just one year of combat.
I was hunted day after day
like an animal.
I only fired my gun twice.
I missed. And
hit.
I kept the shell to remind me
that it's better to aim first.
Now the war is over.
And they say no one won.
I'm not sure I agree though.
She took my heart
and all i got was a battle story.
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