By Crystevin
Date: 3 July 1999

Walk a Mile

My shoes are wet
filled with the stench
of so many miles.

My feet
dry and cracked
running from attacks
as you continually attempt
to scale my wall.

Battle weary
you criticize
and hypothesize
hysterically
about my defenses
starving for intelligence
but the cupboards
are bare
you missed the feast
upon my heart.

You'll never know
or realize
that the war has been over
the soldiers all dead.

I'm peaceful now
rebuilding
without help
self sufficient
remarkably new.

So lay down your weapons
get off my wall
for if you invade
the other side
you'd turn back
run and hide
at the atrocities
found deep inside
when you walk a mile
in my shoes.