Marching forth in the army with my crew,
Am I walking in unison?
Staring intently ahead, mind is focused forward.
Is everyone looking at me?
I am proud to serve my country,
Or Am I doing this for myself?
I fear not for what I am going to face,
Will I make it back whole?
My mind is clear and ready.
How I wish I was still a child basking in my youth!
I am silent because I am listening to my commander,
I fear if I open my mouth I will vomit.
We are all becoming men today.
Does signing up for the army just a means to get away from responsibility?
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Sid Aaron Hirji
Canadian born man who finds literature and science equally fascinating. Trauma bleeds through generations, words heal the hidden scars.
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Comments (2)
Intriging!!! Lots to think about!!!❤️❤️💕
Hmmm, get away from what kinda responsibilities? Family?