The Duality of Man
by Tyler Mac
A saint one moment, cheerful and glad
Leviathan in an instant, destructive, sad.
Dealing with comrades’ death through tears
And of our own death, we live in fear
Yet with renewed vigor, we’ll boast and we’ll pray
To visit death upon our enemies. To Kill. To Maim.
On one extreme, love: for family, for friends
On the other side… hatred, loathing, fear.
One day, smiles, for the child at our eyes
Soon after, curses, for the bomb-layer who hides.
Of home we pray, to leave here, to feel reborn
But before we go, we wish to kill once more