No Winners in Heaven

Shrapnel flies through the window

And lodges random shards seconds from my heart.

While I wait for heaven to come

And free me from the tyranny of injustice,

There is nothing I can do to stop

The shrapnel flying through the glass.

Miraculously I witness the pieces avoiding my eyes,

my arms, my legs, and my pride;

While heaven waits for me.

In the time it takes to stall and cry

For help from no one who knows me,

As the shrapnel flies through glass

Cracking my reflection into a thousand pieces,

And then I’m scattered all over the ground

Wondering if there is a heaven

For the likes of the man

That refuses to fight a war he began;

And caused the shrapnel and the pain,

Yet, still hopes for heaven to come.

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