Straddling The Sword Poem by Amberlee Carter

I will never be apart of a radical movement,
except for the one inside the soul
that pits the spirit against the ghost-

and I don't suppose I will ever live
in a country where I feel at home-
because I am young and restless.
Believer in duty and cause
while men fight on foreign soil
then return home to become hero’s-
there is no real selflessness left
in the world


What a shame to serve the god of self
for I am told:
there is no such thing as holy war,
only sticks and stones from heretics
who like to think so.