He Is Your Brother
I do not wear chains, but I am a slave
Born in factory, fathered by science
trained to be a fighter in human wars
I am declared the ultimate soldier
My Sergeant says look right then to the left
Each face is an exact copy of my own
We are the same height, same build, the same soul?
Treat him well for he is your brother
As my brothers die around me
I wonder if this is all there is
I do my duty fighting in another war
We move in formation under the hot sun
Do I stand with my brothers and fight
Or do I fight alone for our freedom?
Wendy Van Camp writes science fiction, regency romance, and poetry. Her writing blog No Wasted Ink features essays about the craft of writing, poetry, flash fiction, and author interviews. Wendy’s short stories and poems have appeared in science fiction magazines such as “Quantum Visions”, “Altered Reality Magazine”, “Scifaikuest”, and “Far Horizons”. She has won Honorable Mention at the Writers of the Future Contest and is a graduate of the James Gunn Speculative Fiction Workshop.