Internal battle.

There is a battle being fought inside me
the trumpets of war sing a song of march each morning
and i tally up the casualties at night.
I am the major general for the opposing side,
i sit on the front line deciding who will die
for each operation leading to a great cause.
I watch my men drop with their heads held high
and when i can no longer bare the burden
the message from central demands i push on.

For the few spare moments, battle lays rest.
Irony fills the air.
For both side's live peacefully gay
behind the barricade lines both
with the distinct belief they're fighting
for sane and just cause.
I sit in my tent and concoct tomorrow's plan
of how i will get through my day
of each methodical plan i will take
for each morse code i will send
as each pin point must be covered
until i can bring this war to and end.