Skipped school
Would'nt listen.
Pointed fingers
Names sticking.
Loser
Non mover
Low life
With a pocket knife.
Long days making short stacks
Cash in hand
Evading tax.
No prospects
Devils reject.
Time passes, feeling resentful.
Nothing new, uneventful.
Fed up wanting something more.
Left to fight a senseless war.
Trading repetition with ammunition.
Lonesome in Afganistan.
Taking lives with shaking hands.
Dog eat dog.
Man eat man.
Safeguarding liberty.
Politics he'll never see.
Posts bestowed.
Homes explode.
Dreams unfulfilled.
Brothers killed.
Blood spilled.
Letters written but never sent.
Careful what he represents.
Seals his lips to silence his dissent.
Withered home to go back to.
Body stained with black and blue.
Conscience grappling what to do.
Ignore the pain he's going through.
Shadow of his former self.
But now he knows of nothing else.
Finally his duty ended.
Back to the modern world he descended.
Leaving for the insipid.
But there's no rest for the wicked.
Back home it's all changed.
Labels lost, he's gained a name.
He no longer wants to fight.
Reliving battles on sleepless nights.
Now he fights a new war in his brain.
Grappling with his guilt and blame
He will never be the same.
Now his heart and soul feels bereft....
He wishes that he'd never left.
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