The smoke has given away
to a scene of grim disarray
I ponder in the rumble
of my imprisonment
its not over
nor will it ever be
this war is  not  fought with gun nor grenades
but with chemicals of mass destruction  
I've been shackled from conception
its all I have ever known
I have been a prisoner of this war
before I was even born
the same scene of battle rages on and on
I am solider with a purple heart
now shackled to the floor.
I am a warrior who fought the armies
I am the knight who slayed  your beast
but your demons have captured me
the best of my best has been beat.