The Warfare
The Warfare
Hid behind the wall
To peek at the coward.
Thus not blowing my cover,
My gun just got loaded.
Saw a passing foe,
Kept my shadows low.
Ready to pull the trigger,
Thus winning the title ‘tiger.’
On my sight
I locked on target.
Emptying my gun
Onto his frightened body.
Soaked in his uniform
Crying he went home.
I picked his weapon
Draining the water in it.
Soothed by mother
He ate in the kitchen.
I joined aside my li’l brother,
And made our plate starve.