The poor of these wars,
Still remain bitter and sour…
And getting even poorer.
The hungry and the homelessness,
Creeps upon front doors.
And warmongers have made self righteousness…
A vision of risks and accepted conflicts.
What rights of mine…
Defends this fighting all the time?
Everywhere I turn,
My needs are ignored.
Yet to the frontlines is where I’m sent,
To duck bullets on foreign shores.
No matter what I’ve done…
I’m abhorred! I’m shunned.
And the more I feel I will ‘always’ be ‘me’…
That is used as a weapon,
To add to their growing list of enemies.
And even if I train to fight and defend my place…
I’m despised.
Disrespected.
Often I’m stunned to face a public disgrace.
Bitter doesn’t matter when this is about race!
And nothing shown throughout history,
Has proven that fighting works!
As I experience thoughts of what progress can be…
Corruption is exposed to all,
Supported by thieves and endorsed by jerks.
Patriotic I am…
But my needs have become sabbatical.
I’m often regarded a radical.
But I’m not the one…
Fanatically birthed!
There’s a dignity I honor,
With a shown self worth.
I have not lost my self respect,
Choosing to abuse my senses…
With displays I regret!
Or endorse building fences.
Those in rejection mode…
Cling and hang onto perks!
Destroying nature and humanity,
By a freedom assisted by threats and alerts.
What rights of mine are ‘they’ fighting for?
The only rights I see,
Is an elusive peace…
Attached to a fading reality!
That is not my wish that frees!