We Wage War (The Hardest Part)

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Words are loaded, tongues are sharp

speaking bullets, missing marks

conversation in crossfire

tensions like we're in trenches

and still this isn't the hardest part

 

Dropping bombs, explode, remark

saying, not aiming, rounds in the dark

violence in vernacular

an arguement, or an ambush?

still, this isn't the hardest part

 

There's a quiet in the between

between, all too much like No Man's Land

behind, damn I should have checked the flank

here it comes, the second wave

 

Words are loaded, tongues are sharp

shot from the hip at my handgrenade heart

discussing in demolitions

miscommunications, call the medic

and yet, this isn't the hardest part

 

Dropping bombs, explode, remark

chambering cartridges, our verbal start

intentions in iron sight

here we wage another war

but no, this isn't the hardest part

 

There's that silence again

again, but this time the smoke clears

afar, boots, heavy steps in retreat

here it comes, the hardest part

 

She locks the door behind her

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