The struggle

It’s the struggle that weakens us

while we fight for our dignities

it is the fray that swallows us whole

for we shed our skin inch by inch

behind a cause, an idea, a dream

while our lives run parallel to the destruction

that we reek upon it, but

we keep moving, struggling

falling behind, catching up

burning, shivering,

fighting, forgiving, killing, maiming

until finally we see those battle scars

on the face of our wives, and our daughters

a father tucks his daughter into bed

a husband goes home to his wife

a boy meets a girl

and each night they win

a little

peace and rest

after a hard day’s labour.

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