Raised to believe
It is more important
To fight the battle
Than it is to win the war
I could once
Accept this unyielding
String of defeats
As something necessary
For spiritual survival
But the losses
Have spilled over
And the gains
Have become something
So insubstantial
I can’t imagine
They were ever anything
More than delusions
Of some
Post traumatic syndrome
The war is over
The battle lost
And without a victor
There are no medals
To separate the heroes
From cowards
We are all just awaiting
A bullets arrival
From a trigger pulled
Long before the
Chinese ever invented
Gunpowder
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