For the fear of being called a coward

For the fear of
being called a coward,
I keep fighting
your senseless battles,
Spilling blood
of innocent and not so innocent,
I keep kicking
punching, killing a plenty,
Now look at me,
As I stand on top
of children’s graves,
How brave am I?
Fighting a war
of non-existential causes.

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