Crimes Of War

There are no reinforcements here,
it is just me.
Alone yet again,
for the whole world to see.

I am soldier,
but of different sorts.
I fight all the same,
but with different retorts.

The land of the Father,
seeks me in shackles.
The land of his Daughter,
stands back and cackles.

The land of the Mother,
banished my cause.
The land of the Lover,
keeps me on pause.

My objectives are clear,
As an army of one.
The end may be near,
or simply overcome.

They where all allies,
at one point in time.
Friends of sort,
like partners in crime.

Now they hold me down,
or push me too far.
This permanent frown?
It's a wonderful scar.