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Hero Trading, from Kim Zussman

January 31, 2008 |

He hoped to be a hero

One day atop the hill

Surviving all the bullets

Expert at the kill

.

But then one day he noticed

How they all try and die

The sacrifice was futile

Objective was a lie

.

The experts at the killing

Drop them one and all

Friend, foe, and family

One by one they fall

.

Until the hill is barren

Adobe red with blood

The hero stands alone there

Above the boiling mud

.

The lady sits in waiting

A dark and empty home

Her face the mirror changing

Her hair pulled in the comb

.

Her gallant lads are fighting

A war without an end

Will it be reversing

Or is this now a trend

.

All the men who loved her

soldiers through and through

Killed in the great battle

Wet skin all grey and blue

.

He couldn't be a killer

And didn't run too fast

They noticed he was thinking

So saved his shot for last

.

His final thoughts ran from him

Fanning into space

The last thing he would ever see

Was her lovely face


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