That One Walk Home
We met in innocents, a mere walk home
Only to find our purity has been traded for death.
The fears we once faced were merely here then gone
while now we're afraid they will consume us all,
Once sickened by a mere small cut,
We see our bodies with long, deep burns
Our family we once trusted with all
While now we lie to make sure their eyes never comprehend,
Their minds never find the truth,
Their mouths never blurt the secret
We once raised cries against murderers,
Only to find we have become the death,
The last sight one sees. The last nightmare one finds.
Sacrifices we've all made; a brother here, a mother there,
A constitution shattered, a peace broken by blood.
And maybe even a life or two, maybe even our own.
Yet someday we hope they will call us heroes,
Our lies and murders forgotten, replaced by freedom.
Maybe, someday, they will say we won the war, we conquered over evil.
But no one knows the way our souls died with that one walk home.
-GoldenEagle