War Is War

Trapped in here with nothing to eat.
Trapped in here while my heart furiously beats.
A war, he said, so a war it is.
I can't keep safe while I'm doing my biz.
Get myself ready, open the latch.
All of my hopes go down the hatch.
Gunshot fires, I cry with pain.
A war is a war, there is no gain.
Here I am, bleeding arm.
Trying precisely just to keep calm.
Thinking back to when I was a young boy.
War was fun, nothing but toys.
But then it me once again.
A war is a war, there is no gain.

poem by Axel Dixon
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