Leader’s Poem

One body, two body, three body, four

When did I become so unfeeling, after the first body or did it take more

How I wish to be socio then my conscience wouldn’t be so plagued

Too many bodies to bury so they stay 6ft above

Too many families left lone and will be buried before their beloved

I am not a murderer, at least that is what I say, as the term is thrown in my face every day

A simple leader of a nation trying to help

They attacked us, though it sems quietly kept, but I’m to blame for not retreating a step

So, I’ll send more soldiers, though many have died and there are many who don’t know when they will draw their final breath

I used to cry, I wept, when someone died after all every life is precious

Now when a soldier dies, I just think of my next aggression

Heartless maybe, my heart has hardened, what else could it do, to be soft is to be a target, it’s been proven true

Maybe if all the corpses were stacked at my feet the feeling may differ

But at the moment everyone feels so far that the distance is meaningless

So, call me what you will, murderer, tyrant, evil, hero, brave, monger.  These are titles that I carry

For my nation will not fall today and I pray not any

Though today seems to be an extension of the last day and the next

For how many days have past I do not know

All have seemed like one, with the sun and the moon simply being pests.

I do hope my time comes soon for I need a rest

But I shall continue to fight today for I do not now when I will draw my last breath

Win or lose this misery I’m sure I’ll still meet my fate

Hunted for being a relic or prosecuted for my mistakes

But they still see me as their leader, so I know of my duty

To die as I lived in rebellion of me, I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to hide, but only after I protect this city.