Author’s note: Although the following poetry is centred on a soldier, it could have really been anyone in a position of fame or authority: police officers, politicians, celebrities, etc. As always reviews and comments would be appreciated.
As the soldier marches on
As part of a city patrol.
Glancing at the civilians;
Some awestruck, most terrified.
The soldier smirks at them,
“They live lives ordinary
While I live for a cause glorious.
While they tend to chores mundane
I’m a warrior honourable.”
Enemies had struck again
And the soldier had been shot.
The body was draped in national colours
And the soldier hailed a martyr by the very civilians,
The “ordinary people, who tend to chores mundane.”