I will be fighting for a courageous cause. I will die for it eventually.
Too many wars, too many sides. I have to pick soon, or I will be killed for being a traitor.
They both have reasons, they both are patriotic, but the real reason seems to be hidden.
Flags, as red as blood. Grass, as green as their jealous desires.
I am being used in a larger cause. I am just a pawn, being played to protect my King and Queen. My bishops. My knights. I am protecting everyone but the people like me.
I watch as they die around me, pushed down, crying, screaming for mercy.
I no longer feel courageous or brave for giving my life for this cause. But–I cannot hide, I cannot return, I must fight.