The Warfare

Hid behind the wall

To peek at the coward.

Thus not blowing my cover,

My gun just got loaded.

Saw a passing foe,

Kept my shadows low.

Ready to pull the trigger,

Thus winning the title ‘tiger.’

On my sight

I locked on target.

Emptying my gun

Onto his frightened body.

Soaked in his uniform

Crying he went home.

I picked his weapon

Draining the water in it.

Soothed by mother

He ate in the kitchen.

I joined aside my li’l brother,

And made our plate starve.