Helpless waves of injustice wash over me
as though I am present in the front line
of the battlefield
where I am made to press forth,
my life on the line,
my squad leader thinks nothing of my sacrifice.
As I hurl my body forward
into the hail of bullets,
shrapnel pins my left leg down,
I am in agony.
My sister in solidarity knees beside me,
cradles my head tenderly,
whispering that I’ll be just fine,
if I continue speaking.
As the mayhem washes all around me,
brothers and sisters they fall
with frightening regularity
and it is with sadness and a deep pang
that I feel the life flowing out of me.
In the danger of the moment
my sister cannot stay but she chooses
to lay her life on the line
for me,
for our friendship,
Bullets continue to hail down,
like acid rain
they corrosively reign upon her and I.
And her, my dearest,
who will never let me go,
together forever,
our lives will end as we know.
But while the battle rages around us,
wave by wave the lines of soldiers
are forced onto their paths,
my sister and I,
our love will eternally last.
© 2019 Lauren M. Hancock
also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.
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