Where did all the important things go?
I no longer fight or rail or care,
a sullen peace replaces
the war that once was.
Blanched soldiers returning to
a depressing welcome home.
The trenches were mine
no matter how dirty and bloody
they were.
Home is another man's house
with another man's rules.
Now restrained by minted shackles
I do not dare bite the hand
(I pay) that feeds me.
The feigned outward peace
belies an inward struggle.
A sullen truce holding
from the war for freedom.

The End

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