Adversity poem

Just a poem written for the poet challenge

My heart stopped for a moment

Then with the short breath of air that my lungs could muster I answered yes
Joy welled up inside, my face gleamed with overt luster, I was truly blessed
I was not at all apprehensive, I'd be going on the offensive, marching with the best
But, maybe I'd have refused, if I had known the truth of what was coming next

I marched with my bow on back which my father had delicately carved
Bits of sawdust flying  off as he chiselled with his steady arm
See since I was knee high I had been hunting game
So everybody knew that I was the archer with the truest aim
So it came as no surprise when our company stopped and I was asked to take a shot
Steady arm, short breaths, I got my target on lock and what a shock

I said 'Wait, thats just a farmer with a pitchfork.'
The commander replied, 'Quiet soldier just take the shot with no talk and no thought.'
But to be a mindless drone is something I was never taught
Independent of a controller my mind went on a walk
Or more like run, I was done, threw my bow done and told the commander what I thought
'This isn't war, its just the slaughter of the hopeless and poor.
There is no mercy in their Adversity and thats a fact I can't ignore.
So I refuse to march and take part with you barbarians anymore.'
Those were the last words to grace my lips before my head rolled on the floor.