The Poet to her young comrades 2

I have forgiven several of my friends
betrayals so bad they will break your heart
as they did mine. Quite soon, departures start
among you – lovers, comrades. Never ends

this agony of watching things go wrong
in times of trouble. One will turn to drink
and slowly die. Another start to think
small compromises best, self-sold belong

among the worst there is. And yet his face
still has the smile you loved, as with a moan
reluctantly he sends the robot drone
that kills us each in turn. I hope for grace

to curse, love, understand such traitors still.
Stare coldly in their eyes, then shoot to kill.

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About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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One Response to The Poet to her young comrades 2

  1. lokifan says:

    Wow. *heartpunch*

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