Estimation

"Never underestimate your enemy,
for then you've surely lost"

Let me tell you,
I'm quite used to loosing battles,
And still, I find it no understatement
to say your life is no great spectrum to be admired

By thinking you know pain,
When I've shaken hands with torment itself,
and greeted fear in my open arms
By saying you've endured,
When I've had to pound my lungs
in running from the bruising hands of men
By thinking you've seen war,
When you've never kissed a dead man's lips,
or head a heartbeat fade below your ear
By saying you've loved,
When I've seen you shrink from him in fear,
and never held him while he cried

You'll have to excuse my lack of sympathy,
for I know you've faced great struggle, indeed
the burdens of naiveté