I don’t know rattling gunfire terror
Sand in eyes when sight is key

I’ve never had life flow
From my best friend onto my fingertips

I’ve never killed a stranger
Or hated one enough to seriously consider it

I haven’t watched metal angels soar
Releasing exploding flowers from their bellies

I don’t wake cold sweaty drenched
Long after the battle has ended

I don’t see faces endless faces
Imagine lives that do not live

I don’t want any of this
I’ll probably never have any of this

I won’t know it
I won’t live with it

So why
Should they?