"fight" #47

they scorn the adorned

hurling mud in their way

unknowing, they can't touch them

or even ruin their day

jealousy fumes

and they don't know why

they hate the elect

they want them to die

kill them they might

but hurt them, they will not

their pain has already been

in the fight that they've fought

this poem was written November 10, 2006 by Lindsey Collins

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Taken from the L. Collins 2006-2007 Poetry Archives, #47 of 

200+ poems written during short season of writing.

" taking orders"

this is a fight, a struggle, and a war

awake to dishes from the night before

living in combat, hand to hand

serving a lunch to a child not "planned"

life can be summed up, taking orders

whether at home, work, or at the enemy's border

the task for the soldier and waitress is same

fighting and serving is their ultimate aim

different indeed, their roles can't compare

taking orders, perhaps, is what they commonly share

This poem was written on September 18, 2012 by Lindsey Collins.

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