this war unending
this gun ever firing
this jungle is under siege
this trench is no more safe
this war is as real
as air in my nostril
but this war isn’t on the ground,
it’s in my mind,
i am a soldier of my mind,
fighting a war i didn’t start
nuclear are the warheads,
it’s span is until grey hairs
year in, year out,
both sides hold their ground,
and to be honest,
it doesn’t look like the end is anywhere soonest
i die here
