hell-bent close-eyed warrior
scream a battlecry even when the world is deaf,
swing your sword every time you hear a voice that resists.
tell me who’s the god you worship,
maybe then you’ll make sense
in the eyes of people who have been awakened
by the sound of bombs.
hell-bent fearless warrior,
what are you fighting for?
was your oath an excuse
to slay the hearts of men
that stand with the truth?
was your sword drenched with blood
by all the lives you ended
with your eyes closed?
tell me, o great warrior,
why are you dedicating your life
to someone who orders you
to silence the people
you should protect?
hell-bent pretentious warrior,
you turn a blind eye when they scream for help
but you bury a bullet in their flesh
when they try to fight for their rights—
tell me, apathetic warrior,
can you still distinguish what’s right
and what’s wrong,
or are you already corrupted
by the ideology of a fake prophet?
hell-bent dreadful warrior,
you tell us we are the problem
that everything’s chaotic.
but tell me, o great warrior,
why aren’t you blaming your god?
he should be the one granting peace
and your wish for a comfortable life
but there you are,
with a weapon in your hand,
surrounded by carcasses and injustice
and oppression and war
and broken promise
of a comfortable life
are you sure you are dedicating your life
to someone as great as a god
or was he the devil all along,
a wolf in sheep’s clothing?
are you sure he is your light,
your way of a prosperous life,
your truth?
that god is just a lousy imitation
and your faith will be wasted
if you continue to believe in him.
warrior, are you sure you are a warrior?
are you really awake
or are you still dreaming?
can you hear the sound of bells?
can you hear the cries of a thousand men?
or are you pretending to be asleep?
revolution is coming,
the people are slowly waking up,
and maybe in that moment,
you’ll realize that you are powerless
in the eyes of the oppressed
and your god is nothing but a coward,
hiding behind puppets like you
to protect him when these men
stand with the truth
you’re desperately trying to hide.
and in that moment,
it will be too late
to beg for mercy.
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hello there. this is actually my first time posting my poems to a platform. i write a lot but i am still a newbie. lmao so tell me your thoughts about this poem so that i could improve my writing skills. thank you 😊
- Warrior, are you sure you’re a warrior? - June 18, 2020
