To self and sir;
You aren’t on my team,
You never will be
Why do you wear the same jersey as me?
You aim at my heart
Throw your cursed poison dart
Laughing you bask
In your vile villainy.
Why do you wear the same jersey as me?
You smile
Knowing I will fail to be true
To myself
And perhaps you can sense
That I long to fight the same war as you
For the same side-
The one that is against me.
Draw the line
Perhaps I will cross it
And put on your blood-stained jersey
The one you already wear
Marked with deceit
Covered in tears
Leaked from a broken heart
And I think perhaps
You are in the right
And I in the wrong
Desire wells up for me
To wear the same uniform as you
And perhaps lead the first charge
Against me
Dear sir;
I reply
Your argument is convincing
In the war to take place
I’m sure you’ll be winning
My defenses are weak
I’m sure you are right
Regrettably I cannot
Join in your fight
You’ll doubtless defeat me
And I might be set free
To follow the path
That my heart tries to see
I’m torn down the middle
Between you me and we
And again I must ask
Why the same jersey?
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