You went off to fight
in that far away foreign war,
where the nights are black
mosquito nets lit up by
a thousand fireflies,
where the land is rugged
and unfamiliar with ***** traps
and hidden mines, gleefully waiting
for a slight movement
a shadow extended in the air
to suddenly pull the trigger and explode,
for it is refreshing to take foreign
enemies' lives,
they may be humans with families,
hearts, and broken dreams,
but they're enemies, nonetheless,
if you were looking for pity
you went to the wrong place,
you should have stayed where you belong,
because only people who
understand can care,
and there are scarce people
in the world who happen to be understanding.
You left to face a world
totally foreign and indifferent to you,
and you came back such a different person,
that we took one look at you
and were totally overwhelmed.