My War

Our marriage it didn't last long But, neither did World War 2, There was only one victim in our matrimony It was me, and it wasn't you know who. I became a prisoner of a war I was submitted to cruelty and starvation, Not once did I get a care package from home I was a mistreated husband, and not a nation. I became a captured POW But, I refused to be an escaping captive, Mental games on me were constantly played All that I wanted was peace, so I became adaptive. The screaming in battles they were loud It was always her armies against me, I gave her everything that she had ever wanted But, she kept refusing to sign a peace treaty. I fought and I survived in the trenches I ate food from cans and also bags, My clothes they were unwashed and nasty I still wonder, of her wartime brags. I never had myself any allies Everywhere that I looked I saw an adversary, I didn't know who to believe or who to trust I watched my back, because of the woman that I did marry. When I slept, I slept upon the floor And I always slept with my one eye spying, I prayed to God for my soul and my salvation And for our marriage, I never heard her crying. A bullet or a cannon or missile was never fired And as I swore I never retreated, But, our war it came to its armistice end When I became it only casualty, she cheated. Randy L. McClave