An Army of 1

A game of mortality.
Playing odds with human brutality,
I ponder the realms of what is possible.

I'm a liberal as they say,
I wake each morning searching for a better way,
Yet in this imperfect life it simply is not that easy.

The wars my grandfathers fought,
The ideas our fellow citzens have bought,
are not always how they are portrayed.

Yet, here I sit doing nothing with life,
I'm getting older, I have no wife,
And my life is showing no signs of changing.

It's the Army I ponder,
I'm not sure why I wonder,
but what if I did it randomly?

My grandfather fought in WW2 and he is the man I wish I could be, so maybe I should make it happen.

I see this war,
it is society's scar,
Yet it still does not deter me.

The things I could gaze,
The demons I could raise,
My bad habits would be broken forcefully.

I don't even agree with why we are there,
With random bullets flying through air,
Yet it still seems exciting.

I could do it tomorrow,
It would be be my mother's sorrow,
but I could be halfway around the world by Christmas.

I am a writer, a poet, a thinker, and I know it and these experiences could not be experienced otherwise.

I would break the rules of all I know,
I would destroy everything that has become my normal flow,
Yet, I am going to do it anyways.

by bking84
posted on 06/01/2008