Okay, this is a poem about my feel on this spot, in an EXSTREMELY DRAMATIC way. I'm sure you can figure out what it means:D

Well, here goes nothing...

I'm on enemy's land, in which i see the world

In other's eyes, wihtout a clue of what to do

If other's fire, unknown to what the others percieve

As the world's attire, unsure if even i

Could yeild my weopon, and leave myself vulnerable

To another's mere threat, sure that if it came to it

I would drop a bomb, and leave it to undo a good one's deed

Of making ground for all with good enough heart

Only to serve myself of my own greed


Though I'm not so sure, who owns this land?

Your or me, them or us?

I still feel a certain peace, an odd truce

Between those that have been sworn

Eternal enemies.

That, I believe, I shall never know.

(end of poem)

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