For the love of the uniform

I slip in dry land, in calling for survivers, I render my life for that daily bread. I walk through the shadow of death, I see the moon but neither can I sleep nor rest but reluctantly work for the protection, thou men duty can't be defy. My voice are sow but I heard no voice of human only the mysterious animal. I bow for the dead comrade in the fearful bush with my fearless soul knowing to meet the decease any time soon. Little are for the survivers but to them dead is a way to random peace and who am I? I'm a warrior And now a monster cause the uniform has provide for me the strength I acquired from the scratch, the uniform unleash the zeal from the start. With blood not to wash away the uniqueness neither with tear nor to tear it with shot of a gun. Though it's a dangerous road to take but I have to save and survive, thus I remain who I am and forget who I want to become. ©️ SA'AD 💛🥹.