Patriot

Out in the white cold icy world
A child cried or so I thought
And I thought of my son
The mountains loomed
Hiding the threat beyond
The danger
I can't move my foot
Ton heavy
An itch in my nose
Don't sneeze but
A shout brings
Avalanches and gunfire
Don't scream
Be the cheetah
Hunt by stealth
Or be hunted down
You are a rabbit in your hole
Out there polar bears prowl
What am I doing here?
My arms heavy
In my sleep I saw my
Wife bring me hot tea
And succour
Give me sleep
Endless sleep
Take your guns and avalanches
Bury me
In a land of cold bliss.
I have had enough.