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War is Hell
I surrender, give up, throw my hands in the air.
I’ve caved, I’m quitting in a fit of despair.
The realities have hit home, the truth has set in.
I’ve been facing an uphill battle impossible to win.
The fight is quite over; the enemy has won.
I wish I could say the war has just begun.
But my energy has faded, the troops are all spent.
Our supplies are depleted, there are no reinforcements.
Our foe was quite tricky and sneaky indeed.
Success was not attained through swiftness or speed.
Neither strategy nor planning nor wit, brave or cunning
was the secret to success that sent my men running.
The quiet truth, that I see sitting here alone
is that my enemy’s best defense was to be never shown
No offense was present, no weapons were drawn
The fight I engaged in was with me all along.
