Uniform Poem by jan aryton

Uniform



We wear uniforms, like war,
but with no meaning,
go home every night tired, you've done nothing,
meaningless depression, meaningless lives.
Wasted?
Wait for holidays that live in dreams,
and a life that will never come.

Sunday, August 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: war
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