Battle

Battle.

Called to be a soldier not a loafter.
A soldier who is battle ready. Not slacking under the sun.
A soldier whose gun is ready to fire. Not cast aside as in the days of peace.

We’ve been born into a battle ground.
From the first day we breathed the air on earth
It is a battle – of one’s soul, of choices and of destiny.

We who said we are battling
Are we indeed battle ready?
Or are we still sitting under the shades
Sipping our coffee and watching the days gone by?

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