"A Miss to miss"

When you wake up I feel

no pain, like If I were

runing through the trees

from the war who has killed

brothers and sisters

mothers and daughters

fathers and sons,

and the sons

behind our back and guns,

behind our powder and not power:

“Since the first time

you write to me

I felt myself a prisioner,

an slave, yours.

Since I have been

murdering our kids…

I wrote thisto you

“I am not a human because

I am a soldier, a soldier free

who has broke your will

against your will

I am your will and

therefore you are dying

from the war, alone,

with thirty four,

alone, Miss.

If I were free

I will be yours,

but I am not

and you are my

Miss to miss.””

Will, a soldier free.