It always was a matter of them or me. War is certainly a hell of a choice to have to make. |
-Waging A War- by Keaton Foster There He is There He will Have been The man An enemy Of my kin Thus mine I was sent Easily I came Unafraid I will do What is required And they Knew it They could see it They could read it It has always been Part of me The crux Of my soul The shell Of my abode God So high above Will of course Judge me But with him I can’t be I won’t be Concerned At least Not now Someday In some way Maybe I’ll attempt To make peace But on this day In this way I’m waging a war These hands Apparatuses Of doom This mind Close behind I’ve come here To do What must be done Him or I Life or death Kill or be killed Simple as it all is In my sights He is now lined up The end will be instant After all I’m no animal It will be as if someone Turned off a switch Bang Lights out I’m waging a war Not because I have to But because I want to It’s him or I It’s them or mine If I strike first I’ll have a chance A preverbal upper hand In my sights Lined up right I’m ready to kill Is he ready to die… Waging A War Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2016. |