OF CONFLICT - Poem

​I have fought a thousand battles
of a war that will never end,
so one day I said fuck it!
and called a truce to make amends.


Now as I recall my battles
I see in them no meaning at all,
because in the end it didn't matter if I won or lost,
in the end we both suffered all the same.


Though I returned I am no hero,
nor are those who did not return,
nor do I wish to share their fate,
nor for you to share my own.


I stand here before you
a different man than I was before
and confirm to you my resolution for peace
thus it has made all the difference.