not all wars are fought on the front
before an enemy baying to hunt
with journalists scribbling out fate
like history's vultures over a plate
not all wounds bleed wet and red
(just like not all dying leaves you dead)
death can also be walking out of the door
carrying gifts from life’s twisted store
it can mean putting on a game face
and gamely living through the killing days
it can mean never letting anyone know
as your insides reel from blow after blow
yes, not all medals can be pinned to the chest
in standing ovation or to a body laid to rest
yet in the unseen tableaux of the everyday story
the great gods decree there is much glory
so here’s to you, hero of the lonely fight
to how you battle – brave, beautiful, bright.
ram cobain
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