The Last Appeal

two years ago, on Christmas eve,

i made an appeal and stood in your court

i asked you to revoke my status-

from a stranger to a lover, or friends who love each other

but you declared me guilty

and sent your troops, with cannons aimed at my gate

if you had asked me, "will you survive?"

my answer would've been a big no

but here i am writing this one final ode

because i finally survived in that war