Soul-dier

I am still a walking contradiction
In-depth and in deep here I do march
Though I want not to suffer this affliction
And yet to many this is but a crutch.
Creating all this equal it be measured
With lowered expectations I survive
In every mourned emotion comes up feathered
To groom of malcontent I be the bride.
Ecstatic be the people sat before me
In raptures be they all among my own
Called to attention we are being Armies
Fall into winter longing for the home.
So match to us the uniforms of glory
These textiles draped atop our weary frames
Turn all those into flags as you be sorry
And leave us here to cook amongst the flames.
I am still a walking provocation
To go back there is all to re-begin
And individual each inhalation
Will pull apart the pretense of this sin.