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Rated: E · Poetry · War · #1176301

A look at desertion in World War 1

To Your Own Blood.

I fled for freedom.
I ran for cover.
I hid my soul.
I was caught.

Lining up.
Awaiting my fate.
That fatal wound.
From the country I love.

They needed me.
Now they turn on me.
A moment of fear.
A lifetime lost.

I was young then.
Now I’m gone.
A moments gone.
A lifetimes left me.
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