Soldier

You and me are not supposed to be,

Dancing in this game of mirrors and schemes,

Presenting our true colors,

We feed on others indifference

Shadows spread themselves over our souls,

As we all force our influence onto others,

Brothers and fathers and mothers and sisters,

All feel the knives in their back

As this fading world glistens in the distance,

A lone fuse begins to spark,

This tiny spark of hope is the one we hastily stamp out,

Ensuring our cold grip on earth

Do you lie awake when you feel our presence?

Do you hide and pretend you're not there,

When we gradually appear in the distance

Or do you fight back,

Only to be killed,

And disposed of like a useless penny

In the end all you see,

Is us when we laugh and jeer at you,

Don't take it personally when we do this,

It's not out of fear or hate,

Our reasoning is the same as yours,

Everyone loves a paycheque.

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Nice write, seems like a lot of thought in this and meaning.

[Ruth]

Very clever! And at the end of the day...nothing personal is put aside for the money isn't it? So true! xoxo