My Soliloquy

I am the soldier of one battle.

have heart and gun.

Staring on empty powder bottle,

no ammo, no shots.

The battle ends with my death,

starts when I was born,

can praise a Lord or hail Satan.

Maybe both.

There you can win or you can lose,

but next day the fight starts again.

Until it comes, you never know

what coming next.

You have to fight for better days,

thats all whats orders said.

Shoud not fail or disobey.

That carousel fo my win and looses

drives me crazy, insane.

May i stop the pointless fightings

too early my friend.

Or may I save my soul

with a drop of hope

take heart and gun

and go to war

May the orders are false

than the battles were wrong

But they were not

I wrote them after all

My I should better feel my blood in veins  

that love for live and than life itself

may I stand or may i fall

with pride and love for

winter, 

spring, 

summer, 

fall.