-Horace
Fighting a war
One battle at a time
Losing hope
Where has the line gone
Between right
And wrong?
I'm losing sight of justice…
As I watch the future slipping away
Slowly losing sight of the dream
For what? My pride?
In this war, I know
There is no winner
Only a loser
Is it me
Or is it you?
I'm hoping its you.
That thought
Is all that remains
I fear even my sanity
Has left me...
As I watch the future slipping away
Slowly losing sight of the dream
For what? To win?
Life is war
War is life
What is a hero
Without a villain?
Nothing
That is what a life of a hero is
Nothing
I realize…
As I watch the future slipping away
Slowly losing sight of the dream
For what? A war?
A hero fights to keep
The innocent alive.
Why?
What is the purpose
The reason
For keeping them here
What is the point?
I suppose…
As I watch the future slipping away
Slowly losing sight of the dream
For what? To be a hero?
Why do we live?
To fight? To feel?
Is that a reason
For anything?
What if it were all to stop...
Would it be that bad.
I think…
As I watch the future slipping away
Slowly losing sight of the dream
For what? To live?
Parents tell us that we
Can be anything.
Why should we bother?
If everything were to die
Then who would mind
Who would cry?
Do we live
Just to die?
Is chaos our purpose?
I wonder…
As I watch the future slipping away
Slowly losing sight of the dream
For what? For order?
A moth is drawn to the flame
Just to turn to ash
Why does man seek death
In speed
In poison
In conflict
The good deeds are forgotten in a day
The bad ones immortalized.
Are these the people I strive to save…
As I watch the future slipping away
Slowly losing sight of the dream
For what? Adrenaline?
Where are we going
As we fight?
One soldier down
Two...
Three...
Where does it end?
Does it?
It may be sweet in proper to die for ones country, Slade.
But you have no idea how sweet your death will be for me.
It ends now.
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Author Notes: Just in case you didn't get it (and I don't blame you) what's going on is Slade has been defeated by Robin. As he's lying on the ground, broken and bruised, Robin explains to Slade about his corrupted worldview that he has developed over the years before finally killing him.
My poetry I admit is not very good. That is why I would appreciate all the reviews I could get on how to make it better.