Called to Account

I am just a poor boy
With the outlook of one
Who has starred too long
Into the sun.

Perceptions become doctrine

And doctrine prescribes actions.
Actions, ultimately build a life.
Therefore, my life has been a construct
Of materials
(Often shoddy)
Reduced to things I thought I saw
Or believed to be true.

I am the prime character

In the drama of my tale.

I am the general
Commanding the army
Of my ideas
Whether poor or noble
But probably both.

I perceive I have been

For all my years
Too much on the offensive.
I have contested boundaries.
I have gained and yielded territory.

Someday

When called to account for my actions
And to answer 
For pain I have inflicted 
And for the blitzkrieg beyond my boarders
I shall have but one answer
Brutally true…

...I have attacked

Because I was too weak to defend.