These thankless battles
the bitterness of ill blood
I can't take my uniform off
I wish you could understand
the stars and scars in distant lands

No eloquence of speech
none salute here anywhere
I did crush freedom once
but never forever more
for I have seen many flowers wilt

The dignity I lost, I am slowly gaining again
the church that harbored me is now in ruins
and I am falling hard ... you see
a puppet player of war
in this final of distant lands


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris