Poetic justice
© Ferrer Joey Palomar Fesico
Bang! A bullet released.
There in the retro-battle field, first regiment soldier was hit.
Everyone is engaged, thirty to thirty minutes away,
east flanking comrades shout "medic!" and another one too.
The help was weaving another wound; that one's hit by a canon.
It seems helpless, this one's life in seconds will perish.
Back at home, one is at ease; No idea who perish.
Another one's inviting more guests; With pictures of self,
places to see, parties and food where to eat.
Letters like this are at millions, a lot and plenty.
Sending items all show, they were all competing.
It seems like a battle field too; everyone, all different.
"I am ahead, my things all new"; Indeed different.
The kid didn't know his acquaintance; a recovering woe.
"I am at best", All lies, can't look theirs; adding the most mess.
Some sounds don't meek, exclamations just don't bend.
Caring is something "a losers bet"; No one commits
What is important, they say, "My own happiness".
So the fight is still on, one boasting over one's happiness.
Like a shattered mirror on the floor, nothing is whole.
While soldiers like the one that's been hit, no meaning it gets.
While the war is for all; fools announce another fool.
This kid I know, maybe, the happiest fool.
Even learning still at school; learning's a fishing at a pool.
There's an era of chaos, in history it shows; a heroine pool,
All heroes in battles, adventures at cool; a heroes gamut.
The saddest is yet hit; An era flooded of disregard.
Sensitivity is a quest; humility diseased.
The book of life it said "The poor he loved, so many he makes"
A million lives, only less than a tenth will speak.
Disregarding era, all happiness it speaks,
Stages of life will arrive not that steak; it'll challenge all its wit.
Feel it knocking down all your feet; receiving all that's not fake.
IF the battlefields ceased to love one's fate; know on its feet.
All the places you can't hide, all places will cease faith.
That's how lonely knows, now lonesome you will know.
When justice arrives, it will be discreet.
And when justice arrived, no one is freed.
So know how to know, love, respect everyone you know.
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