Back home

You back home.
The war is over.
It is time to meet your mate.
She was waiting, even longer,
Than you’ve got the trust of State.

Something’s wrong.
This world is different,
Are no explosions around.
She’s got pregnant,
She has married,
That’s only thing you found.

Time to cry.
Men are not crying.
Men are dying when alone.
You’re one,
And you are flying
From the window
Till you gone.

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