Liberation

[Viktor]

I have lost count of the bullets.
Inside these woods, I have shot many men.
Men who had wives, children. Men who had lives.

Yet;
I have not lost count of the days inside those mines.
Working for feeble amounts of coin. Starving. Being oppressed.
Exploited by those men with wives and children, living life at its fullest,
at the cost of our hard work, of our sanity, of our health.

I have not lost count because it is impossible to forget.
And every single time my digit rams the trigger,
it is nothing but a small price
for liberation.