The Two Sides of a Bullet

Taking my rifle I walk over

To my battlefield

Not sure sure of the outcome it will yield

A thought about my family

Brings back my sweet memories!

I pull back the trigger

No sooner , bullets emerge from the rifle

Making my thoughts stifle

"This is for my family " I say

Struggling to get back to my feet

The opponent out of sight

I retreat

When a bullet fills me through, I can no longer fight

Down I lay

Injured and grave

A few gasps heard , what can anyone say ?

Rescued by a few, healed and sent back!

Again I return to the torturous war

Each shot made me feel cruel

Don't they have a family?

I put on a cover of patriotism

All for my country!

After the long war, won

I reach my home

Treated like a hero

But my guilt still kills me

Am I also the villain?