I

We are all soldiers.

But don't expect political rallies.
"The streets are ours!"
Some other clichéd call to arms.

Not from me.

II

My battles are taking place in unsaid words.
In silent, sniffled phone calls.
War is inevitable, "It had to happen someday"
"No, it ******* didn't!"
Protests a long haired boy.

III

You don't have to have an enemy to be a prisoner of war.
My own silence has us chained together,
And our cold handcuffs have left my wrists sore.

It's clear to me, that as we are
Both of us are doomed to starve.
I try to cover your eyes and ease the shock,
But the time will come for mercy killing
And I will always be the villain.