3A Soldier's War
I am Private Johnson,
a weapon of the American Army.
My intense training prevents the
enemy from disarming me or harming me.
I've been in the path of battle
and war for many years.
And I've seen so many soldiers
die, I'm always brought to tears.
I've lived all my fears, survived
my peers, though I'm a coward undercover.
Consider me a book.
You can't judge me by my cover.
You have to turn a page or two,
to understand what I've been through.
The thoughts, the pains,
run through my veins.
And by what I'm saying,
I may seem insane.
But I'm not. I stand up strong for my country.
I have to; I represent something above me:
a power greater than that of humanly functions,
the power of a nation that doesn't accept malfunctions.
I'm a soldier,
and the weight of the whole world rests on my shoulders.
My name will never be remembered,
like the clouds that pass us by,
like the coal down on the hearth,
as the embers start to die.
Do you see my journey now,
the nameless road I travel down,
the dangers, threats, perils, risks?
I can't stop now, I must persist.
I must continue waging war,
or else I'd be responsible
for so many deaths, I cannot count.
They're nameless, like me, they don't count.
But I can't have souls on my conscience,
my pride would fall, I'd be unconscious.
I'd have no fears, and no emotions,
like the endless water of an ocean.
Like the sand upon a beach,
I'd be broken, I'd be breeched.
There's nothing to live for, now way to breathe.
I'd have no purpose. I'd want to leave,
to leave behind all that I've done.
I am just an army of one.
One person among many others,
who help and befriend one another.
We're soldiers united in a cause,
to make sure the boundaries of our laws,
remain intact to their exact with no terror attacks creating flaws
in which above I've spoken of.
Though the burden that I carry,
tires me and makes me weary,
I shall strive to carry it.
For I know that if I falter,
I shall fall into the water of eternal darkness.
And my burden?
I will bury it.