Every day is a battle

for a war

with no known cause


We arm the trenches,

rifles in hand,

toying with the spiritual symbols

around our necks,

shooting invaders —

sometimes alone and

other times in masses —

that seem to live for our



Out of ammo,

we fall victim

and they ravage the city

we’ve built behind us,



And once we’ve found

and neutralized them,

we look ahead once more

to rebuild

a city we know no cause for


There are times we feel helpless

watching as the demons

destroy everything,

unsure of whether we should or can

rebuild —

what the whole point of it is


One might be compelled to think

all this suffering

and hassle

is to one day realize

why that city ever existed,

clinging on to that bliss that might be


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