When I used to visit, we’d play by the pool
With blue gleaming drops – crystalline cool –
Embracing our foots as we splashed and we laughed:
Teen against child (lucky and daft)
When I used to visit, we’d walk in the mall
Your arms stretched across its brightly lit halls,
Fountains, you’d note, and libraries too
I’d watched enraptured, cheeks dabbed with hue –
Once when I visit, aunt pulled me aside:
“Your cousin is busy, hear now and abide –
Five days a week, maybe holidays too
He’ll serve in the army: there’s no time for you.”
Sweat gushing as you limped to a side;
Blank pupils as you’d press back – you’d hide –
The thoughts contorting within that dark mind
When you’d search for an answer unable to find
Its way to the surface. And
Each day you’d think of home from your base -
Of your sweet girlfriend and life in those days
Untainted by sorrow, free from this haze
Of blinding thought-
You won’t get a medal, you “aren’t that good”
Two years of slopping around in the mud
For the sake of the country, for the sake of us all
Yet who will notice when you stumble and fall?
You aren’t noble, ‘cause you were forced
To join the army, to cry yourself hoarse.
You didn’t sacrifice, ‘cause who will care
for the hidden bruises and burdens you bear?
Now when I visit, I silently stare
At the hero braiding his young sister’s hair
And the others around me: my friends and my peers
Bracing themselves to face all their fears
For the sake of the country, or perhaps the law
Who cares? They’re still heroes, after all.
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