This is my verse for the round 2 of the ongoing Versatility Tournament which wasn't posted because my opponent didn't submit a verse. The theme was "something emotional":
Dear Irene, I'm sitting here next to my machine gun
Chased by memories, wondering how will my dream run
Resting under a tree, when the best thing is to flee
But the best I can do is see if I could find the key
To the question why this damn war is going on at all
Every day we're killing people, letting humanity fall
And most of them are innocent, haven't done anything wrong
We're following orders blindly, the bullets sing a sad song
The victims' wounds are the ad-libs, so many painful screams
Blood streams make you feel shameful, they're the main theme
I know who is to blame, but I find it hard to take a stance
Perheps because I'm expandable, wish I saw that at a glance
Wish there was a chance to take a chance and just retreat
That would be the victory for Life but for them it's defeat
But for them it's easy, sitting in chairs pulling strings
Going to extremes, doing whatever to cut liberty's wings
So now liberty swings to no avail, her feathers are bloody
Her feet are muddy and her beak gathers food that's cruddy
And her nest will soon be some place to rest in peace in
She'll be forgotten, I know well what yarn will this spin
At the funeral, I see no casket and no national flag either
Her kin not present, shots not fired, a medal won't glitter
And all this makes me bitter, but for now I have to survive
Come back to you alive, and that's the only plot I contrive
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