That Pain

Sing the songs of the war, then peace,

stanzas, lines and rhymes, bravery,

the stories of courage and the mighty victor,

the loser shall perish and be the dust in the wind,

time changes and alters, history becomes a myth,

reality becomes a story and life becomes a legend!

Soldiers, warriors and kings they stand equal,

Aye orders there may be and the chain of command,

but the blade and the bullet know no distinction,

then the blood drops and satiates the hunger,

left, right, front and back enemies all around,

Fight not just mortals but the reality itself!

Blood and gore, and death collects,

pain and agony, Satan smiles,

hate and anger, vices and sins pile up and you,

a soldier, mother, a son, a lover, a father, a child,

you are the wounded, be that your own guns,

fire them away, like a reflection in the mirror!

It is not like a moving picture or a simulation,

where you could choose sides, death or life,

but then you do choose, gun or agony,

agony of waiting, persistence and patience,

that pain, that pain of the wife, mother and child,

that pain of the motherland! Ahh that pain!