Here's a draft poem based on our conversation:

Here's a draft poem based on our conversation:

A Scared Soldier

In the bush, I lost my way
Forced to flee, with no place to stay
Rivals close, my heart beats fast
My command shouts, but I'm running at last

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I'm hiding now, behind a hill
Trees and shrubs, my only shield still
Fear and shame, they weigh me down
A soldier lost, with no crown

I left my guns, my boots, my pride
Vandalized, like the land I once knew I'd
Food is scarce, my stomach's hollow cry
I'm a ghost, in a war-torn sky

Home is gone, my heart's astray
Ancestral lands, diminished, gray
I don't know where to go, what's left to fight
Just a scared soldier, hiding in the night

This is my truth, my darkest night
A plea for help, a soldier’s plight
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