The click brought back memories
I had to pause, stand there motionless
I wondered, if I could swap my left with the right,
You know these vague thoughts
I realised I am Right handed, so I will have what's left
But that would leave a bad taste
Not that medicines taste better either
Someone out there hoped I would come this way
If nothing, I must honour their thought too
Besides, I could put both my feet together and crouch
At best see myself scatter into the wind a bit
I hear you snarky "Deathwish" remarks
We are soldiers, we have a deathwish regardless
Don't we?
We were dead the moment our lead plunged and reddened
So why is this any different
It is a score, and someone must keep
Statistics, reporting, et al
Mine may end here, but I am better off
Others land in such, all through life
Crippled, subdued, subjugated, obligated
Unlike them; I have none, I would have been free
Sooner or later
For only the dead have seen the end
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