I go out for you
To the slaughter and the suffering of the battlefield
Where you ask me to kill or be killed
To murder and rape and pillage in your name
I am forgotten, displaced, and mistreated on my return
I have feinted in the heat of the day
Born down to the earth by the weight of this armor
The blood pouring from parts of me I can no longer feel
The fear and release of exhaustion reminding me I live
The shit on my legs no longer bothering me
I have killed children
In the torching of cities, they have died
I have watched as mothers hold strong to their children as arrows pierce their hearts
My heart aching to see my own children who have likely forgotten me
My adored wife a distant memory, her face no longer clear in my head
I have suffered for you
And at my return I see your scorn
I see in your eyes the distaste for what I have done
I see in your face the distaste for what was asked of me
I see in your posture the loathing of the reminder that it was you who asked it of me.
I am war, your companion
I am war, your protector
I am war, your enslaver
I am war, who you hate
I am war, without whom you do not thrive.
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