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Behind the bars of guilt I stand ...  Repenting,

A glance across my sturdy chest,

Adorned by glittering medals,

Speaking volumes about my undaunted courage,

Did I feel proud for a fleeting instance!



               To the past I was dragged..

               Guns and flares ubiquitous at dawn,

               Volleys of bullets come hurtling down,

               Unshaken is the captain's spirit,

               Inspired are the dying soldiers.



My first day at battle,

Warm blood trickling down my forehead,

Crawling over the rugged terrain,

The artillery never seemed more heavy,

I meet the mistake of my life!



             At yonder is an angry soul,

             Bruised all over and yet steady,

             Spotting me like a prying hawk,

             His situation indeed deplorable,

             If not for my towering responsibility.



We raised our guns in unison,

I knew my head was at stake,

His heart at my barrel's sight!

The look in both of our eyes,

Who called the final shot?



            I cannot tolerate this guilt!

            My only consolation all these years,

            That war is a fair game.

            Says who? Because I have realized,

            Nothing is fair in life after war!