On Luck [Athens 2108 daily poem series #1]

I have never been kidnapped and tortured
   by anonymous masked men

I have never been captured by mercenaries
   and sold into slavery

I have never been violated by a group of stoned teenager soldiers
   or paraded, bloodied and broken, as a trophy of their misplaced
   manhood

None of my organs have been torn from the living flesh
   for the purposes of appeasing an angry god

I have not been shot, stabbed, gouged garrotted or physically mutilated
    in any way

I am a lucky, lucky bastard