I think I’ve seen your face before.
It must have been
The bloody battle between Good and Evil.

I can’t recall whether you stood beside me
Or at the opposite side of the fence.
Did I ever aim at you? Did you ever hate me?
Or did you stay with me until the end?
I can't remember who we fought for,
If we won.

So, please, remind me, were you there
When we discovered
That every night, while we were fast asleep
-The innocent, the wounded, and the dying,
Ready to fall, yet human, and afraid-
Our generals would walk out in the darkness,
Our enemies would come back in their stead,
Having exchanged handshakes, and plans, and some appraisal,
Pleased with themselves for fooling us again.

We never noticed them.
They were our leaders
And we were there to follow, not to doubt.


No hidden meanings here.
I have no clue where all this came from, or why.