The Heart of a Weak Soldier

I am an unwilling soldier, succumbed into this war,

Unable to understand the reason, I am fighting for.

Countless men are killed; no one gives it a thought,

For if one doesn’t shoot, he’ll end up being shot.

On the battlefield, men fight till their last breath,

While the king is in his fortress, ignorant of their death.

They say it’s for the glory, and honor of the king,

Why don’t I see the glory? Why am I suffering?

Once the war is over, the emperor conquers new land,

It boosts his significance, increases his demand.

All the soldiers get, if they outlast this nightmare,

Are a few shallow praises, and a battered soul in despair.

Declare me as a weakling, accuse me of treason,

But I can’t march forward, Until I find a reason.

After a lot of thought, I lay my weapons down,

I don’t want to struggle, for some imprudent clown.