Warriors Lament

The stillness somehow deepens around me
Quiet movement, stealthy dark shadows shifting
Dim new day light just beginning to dapple the green
Sucking footsteps across the loam dank muddy ground
They come…

Heart thumping, sweat runs, eyes sweep the twilight
Alert near panic, I hear the clinking of their weapons
Quiet voices, language wrong, somehow I must know
Pull further down, deeper yet, down in my water filled hole
They come…

I hear their breath, smell their sweat, can almost reach and touch
My mind recoils, must leave this dream, this nightmare in the bush
Starting soon, I know the drill, my personal place in hell
I ready my tools, prepare once more, my heart bent to the kill
Fear, sadness…

How came I here, this forlorn place, full of danger, anger and fear
My soul misplaced, all I hold dear, my peace, my life, my love
All that I was, ever have been, seems ere lost in this great disgrace
These men are deemed my enemies, but I know not the look of their face
Brothers lost…

Will it ever end, can we ever go back
Back to the world as I remember it was
Can I forget this dream, leave it far behind
Will I ever return to my home
Tears, pain, loss…

I make this vow, unto myself, if ever I leave this place
To put aside the nightmare dreams, to build upon this attain
I will teach my children the ways of love, respect and happiness
But as it starts and I fight to survive, the truth burns in my veins
I will remember, I cannot but, for this nightmare never ends…

CRASH, FEAR, ROLLING, STRUGGLE…………I kill…….again…

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre September 30th, 2004