Battlefield #Prose

I was on my feet
Fighting for what I believed in
The man before me
Clenched a machete for the same reason
And for a second I wondered
Why we were then fighting
And bam
On the floor I lay
Next to cowards like me.

I saw the darkening sky
And thought of the angry gods
Whom my doubtful swords
Had failed
Roaring thunders sounded
Like my ashamed ancestors
Great men and women
Who defiantly fought
For my freedom to be sought.

I succumbed to shame
When my name
Hanged from their tongues
Like that's the caitiff knight
Who couldn't stand up for a fight
He was trained for
As his curious mind wandered
To foreign lands for lunch
Missing the landing punch.

I was on my feet again
When l licked my pain
Strength was finding it's way
Back to the muscles shame eroded away
Ready to fight for what I believe in
And the man before me
Still tightened his swords for the same reason
And the need to ask why
Threatened to have me on my knees.

Getting into the weekend like 📝... how is your end? Looking to continue with my current read... The time travelers wife. There's also spending some time with the kids, some grocery shopping, studying, this community, salon, and laundry. Wish me luck... sigh!