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All Is Not Fair In Love and War

You took a bullet for me and I took all the physical pain
For you. An eye for an eye or so they say. The whispers
That stay behind closed doors as they watch all the rain
Pouring down, soaking the earth. We used to be sisters
And brothers, always arm in arm, but they are having us
Fight against our comrades in this long bloodshed war.
What the hell are we all fighting for? Food? Less muss?
Freedom and love? Peace? Justice? Settling the score?
A place we call home? The spilled blood of our ancestors
Are running deep. We dig trenches to ease our burden.
The truth is we are all wanderers, seekers and the questors
For the bigger questions asked like why are we so uncertain?
Life is certainly not fair, especially when it comes to matters
Of the heart and head. When one war ends another one starts.
Our heads get screwed up and messy. Our hearts get tattered
And torn into thousands of pieces. This life leaves and departs.
Author's Note
Inspired by Show Me Your Conflict competition.
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