My Bayonet

The end to danger is near,
I just am indignant about the bandolier.
I have my bayonet, to stab and kill,
Vietnam was a time of the bill.
My bayonet has air to lighten the load
Of a fellow foe, and then his abode.

The anode to this little telling
Is a positive tool to make a negative tool
Be vanquished, explored and smelling.
The wounds of heaven are like a fool,
But why do soldiers play so hard?
Bravery is rebellious near a shard.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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