Caught in the crossfires

I was simply a casualty caught in your crossfires

In a war I didn’t start or want to be a part of

You didn’t make me a soldier, instead you held me in the dark

But I was the one in the end who lost

Was it your knife that stabbed me?

Was it the “enemy” you remark?

I heard the war cries in my sleep

But pushed them off as snide remarks

No one knows anything until everyone knows everything

And I laid awake at night, praying about the fight

I ignored the signs hoping their crimson shine would fade

But in the end, you got away with a medal and honors

And I was simply a casualty caught in your crossfires