I could easily become a
Casualty of this unstable peace
Could be pierced by shrapnel of want
Could be blown up by the mines of memories
Buried deep in this passion-scorched earth
Ricochets riddled my amour
My visor is tear-stained
I do not see right
I will not go there
I lie low
I wait for a treaty
I hope for a peace corps
Dig me out of my shelter
Make me take down
This blemished white flag
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