S.Michael Kozubek - Polity

What we’re doing
makes no sense.
I can’t even
read the scorecard
no more.

Created to roam freely
this fertile forest,
Now yoked to a wheel
In a circle of time.

Got no role in the mayhem,
Adrift in the
muddle of clashing armies,
Men that rampage
in the land of once-plenty.
Now jus' tryin’ to
dodge the
Gleamin’ steel
Slicing guts.

S.Michael Kozubek

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