Battlefield
You wake up from the calling alarm.
Prepared for the day ahead
From the safety of your farm
I get my clothes and put them on.
I swap out my magazines for new ones
I put on my shoes and get ready start.
I say goodbye to my mom and pray from my heart
That I’ll return home from the battlefield safe.
The first of your type to ever enter your destination
They see me and think I absconded with their traditions
But I don’t care what they say.

As the transport arrives I get my stuff
It opens up and i step on the ramp
I take a seat and look to the camp
Preparing you for the hell to pass
I look to the right the front and the back
Hoping that I’ll all return home safely back

Then comes the time
You get up to the front of the line
And you think of the conversations that have come to pass
“You’ll be given support we all got your back!”
Then rocks start banging off the window with force
And you know that your enemy will show little remorse

Then the door opens and we all storm out
Then comes the screams the curses and shouts
“What the hell are you doing get back on the bus!”
“Your black you’ll never be like the rest of us!”
I try to hold in my pleas
Knowing that my enemy is acting inexorably
Then finally our support comes like a pack
They attack in defense and hold them all back
They say something though it sounds esoteric
I try to listen through the shouts and the rage
“We cleared you a path in there you’ll be safe”
Me and my team charge for the door
Dodging some blood that’s spilled on the floor
You go through the door and make sure your secured
Know that this is the first wave of the hell we’ll endure

As we go down the hallways we’re attacked
Knowing that me and my squad can’t turn back
Then i head to the class before the bell rings
We all sit down knowing and pleading
That it won’t be as tough as we all imagine
As the first hour passes it is nothing but hell
We all hold out as we wait for the bell
But we know that it won’t ring for a while

The second hour is worse than the first
As mortars of spitballs bombard us and we
All as a team can only do honestly
Is cover ourselves with anything we can get
Trying to find stuff that won’t easily get wet
We all stand our ground with cover that’s valuable
And not stuff that is weak and malleable

As the third and the fourth pass finally
Know that lunch will be coming soon indeed

Lunch arrives and we sit down to eat
We start to get bombarded with the food they don’t eat
With food from the ground the trash and the rack
I look all around and almost get hit from the back
But as the bell rings and we are all fed
Our clothes our sticky and tattered and red
We continue on our journey ahead

Then as the final hours come the pass
We start to head out trying not to crash
But then screaming gives us a scare
We see a big mob and for us here they don’t care
They come down the hall
And we run for the door trying not to fall
We all reach the bus
With the crowd well on our heals
The bus starts up and the wheels squeal
Finally the crew and I are all safe

As I get back safe to the base
I see mom with lugubrious look on her face
She runs down and gives me a hug but I grin
Knowing and waiting for that alarm to ring again