Slow timid steps marked our reentry into society.
Walking through showers of spit and rose petals,
we were forced to face the terror of their judgment.
Our minds could not fathom the depths of the division.
We crossed into a realm unknown when we sacrificed our youth.
A step we could not retract or be forgiven for having taken.
Liberal thoughts defoiled the jungle our minds had become.
They wanted to hold up dead babies with our missing hands,
to see flesh burning with our missing eyes as evidence,
Evidence that we were not brave warriors,
For we had become the enemy.
No pity, no mercy we were forced to sleep alone,
Alone with the screams that woke us at night.
Step lightly and quick, we will be left behind.
There is no solace in the night, sweet darkness hides nothing,
But we have not gone away, nor have we forgotten those
that stayed behind to become our lost brethren.
We will morn for them, but not for ourselves for we became
Phantoms, specters soon forgotten in changing winds.
By rcpollitz (About rcpollitz)