Prisoners of War

Original Work: Impromptu Poem

Prisoners of War
We are the prisoners of war,
of a war that we cannot win, 
but yet are still waging.
We are all prisoners, 
and yet we are free to go.
There is a loophole,
that no one seems to know.
This is a war against Time,
and Time will ultimately win.
But these people!
They simply don’t believe.
Entrapped, encased.
Bound, enslaved.
By an abstract term that 
no others relate.
At the cross-road,
leave the crowd and go.
They are heading towards the war,
one that continues forever more.


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