The Fight Always Finds Him

He goes out into public life Into stores and offices, meeting places and parking lots And he is amazed that all the angry, unreasoning hatred Fighting in his guts, every day of his life Recognizes and attacks him again, in those very places Going on only the least clue or sign of individuality He is brave enough to display. It always surprises him again Even though he carries an unfinished war everywhere Hidden inside of him, So that it is always deeply within him, Wherever he goes; it doesn't matter where. And whenever he finally dies, He will be the lone soldier in the grave, Cursed in secret, under everyones breath, Who could never gave up the fight, Because it started long before he enlisted- The fight will always find him.