The Battle Over Poetry

The battle over poetry

The soldiers fight

their words, their weapons.

The historic battlegrounds dedicated in honorable memorials,

studied in English classrooms everywhere.

The meek soldiers follow in the footsteps of the noble commanders

that have paved the battlegrounds for them.

The quiet soldiers want to fight,

The Drafted

given the gift of perfect aim,

but can never choose the right target.

I join the fight

The fight to express thoughts and beliefs 

Your words, silver bullets, sink deep into my skin.

They do not reach my heart, however. 

They sink deep into parts of me that will not kill me,

but will leave me screaming in pain.

The pain of your words cut deep.

I struggle to fight back,

my pain, my motivation to keep up the fight.

The drafted are invisible

The fight continues, 

the soldiers longing to be commemorated

for the pain they endured in the fight. 

We are The Drafted, The Unnoticed. 

Our pens, our weapons

and this battle is far from over.

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