They kept em in darkness they did.
Blind folds on everyone.
The only noises that were heard,
sloppily shouted slogans.
And as they sharpened their knives
to cut victory speeches into flesh
we all watched in awe
and the screams rose like the sun.
I wouldn't call it running away
but the black cat wanted his tea
far from the rifle sights
and slowly faintly falling debris.
How do you start a home
in the middle of a war zone?
Softly following footsteps
to go and meet the dead.