Warriors wither in peace;
Swords rust in silence
Waters go blue without blood
Armies starve without violence
This serenity, this love
This is not a world for a survivor
Here they feel abandoned
Like a world-class navigator without a driver
Hard trains and thorny paths
Pain and suffering is their truth
They grew up in kill or die
Not a Yolo youth
They are no different;
There's nothing wrong with them
They usually come in handy during crisis
A true friend, a hidden gem
It's just that they don't know what love is
They never got to know
They were born in war
They matured; they didn't grow
Perfectionists, empaths,
Hyper-attenuated senses
They will seem to be prepared for everything
Hyperactive defenses
Let me tell you how they look like
They look like just about anyone, me or you
And when you recognize one
Give them the hug long due
They still have that child inside of them
They are still looking for love
They will look contained but are fragile
So maybe wear an empathetic glove
Please o please, I beg you
Let them into your homes
They are not as strong as they look
Coz strength was tortured into their bones
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