My heart and brain are in stasis,
I am on the verge of imploding,
The bruises on my body are burning in themselves,
And my valour has begun eroding.
The scar on my forehead feels like it's seared,
And so do my legs char,
The pain is clearly etched in my skin,
Like a wounded dog suffering in between snarls.
I come by force, by madness and torment,
I feel it slowly rising inside me,
The agony, the taunting that hovers above,
And the rumpus that roars below.
And then I see the blood, the inert bodies,
The destruction set forth in front of me,
Then I Contemplated if this was right,
Right, the brutality that I had done and seen?
A flustered feeling washed over me,
I felt like I had been forced into this,
This cruelty, this morass, the insanity,
Of being a part of humanity.
I threw my weapons on the ragged terrain,
And felt a stray tear fall down my cheek,
I had been fooled and used,
Like a hankerchief till it became dirty.
A soldier's body, falls down from the plateau,
And I turn his head to see,
The anguish that the dry-eyed man had bore,
Posthaste! The impotence, the futility came rushing to me.
I saw, the sadism I had attempted in haste,
I saw the murderer, and slaughterer in me,
I lay defenseless, vulnerable, as I stared in my brother's face,
All emotions drained from me.
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Whew. This took some time.
