I Swear .....
I swear..
I own a uniform …….
It hangs inside my space
It shares my name but not my race.
The man who marched across forgotten mud
and washed his hands with unforgotten blood
was someone else
He wore the look of me,
But he was something I could never be.
I hide within the quiet of my night
and tell myself I only did what's right.
The creature in the bush who held the steel,
who did those things I will not feel,
just shared my eyes, my hands, my breath.
A passing stranger who dealt in death.
I pledge it wasn't I who watched the village burn,
who did all the things I know I spurn.
A lookalike went out into that storm,
and wore my skin to keep him warm.
I stay inside and let the curtains fall,
and swear I wasn’t in that war at all.
