Victim Of A War

I am a man with a gun, who stands strong & tall,
on both sides of a line, that men like me draw,
But often in some situations, I fail to understand,
Am I a soldier or just another victim of a war.

Strange is the life, that more like me live,
which people say is worth giving for numerous more,
perishing for the unknown often makes me wonder,
Am I a soldier or just another victim of a war.

I abide to the orders which to me are passed,
to follow them like a moron is for what I am asked,
peculiar is this democracy which compels me to think for sure,
Am I a soldier or just another victim of a war.

I am asked to come charging in, bring down a door,
to shoot everyone inside, the reason I cannot ask for,
given no right to ask, sometimes makes me ponder,
Am I a soldier or just another victim of a war.

No matter which ever side wins the war,
what I always will get is defeat,
for I feel, I lost a brother who now lies,
helplessly, at my feet!

Some around me now rejoice,
& some shed tears,
Ironically for the same reason,
that there is one less soul out there!

As if, I stand in a graveyard,
death all around is what I see,
with no one to place a flower,
not a single person far into the street.

No sound to hear for miles,
a strange silence which makes me think,
the words that have been written below,
about me, is what they speak.

I am a man with a gun, who stands strong & tall,
on both sides of a line, that men like me draw,
But often in some situations, I fail to understand,
Am I a soldier or just another victim of a war.

Todays best new poem was written by Ashish Gulati.

 

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