Casualty

Where in your world of war can I stand freely?

In a place
Full of misused space
Ducking and bobbing
Clutching and sobbing...

My heart is pumping
Skipping and jumping

Seeking the cover
That never comes

A crash and a siren screams
Tossing my mind aside
I'm loose at the seams

The horns blow
And time moves slow
I turn around
Collide with the ground

Still ducking and bobbing
Still clutching and sobbing

White flashes
Live ammunition
Round after round
Fire, no conditions.

That day I discovered bullet holes in me
Comradery decieved
Friendship a lie
I found the bullet holes made by you,
Ducking and sobbing, clutching and finally
Stopping.

The crushing defeat
From your cunning deceit

I lay on the battlefield
Casualty of your world of war...

By Trishanna Persaud