Civil War

A metaphor for being torn apart on the inside

Once a brother, once a friend
Suddenly enemies, what happened?
Young men on the battlefield dying inside
As bullets enter the hearts of their former allies

Corpses walk the streets and rot in the grass
How much longer must this last?
Screams of death caught in the victims’ throats
Suffocating what was left of their hope

A beating heart, once beautifully whole
Now torn in two, its blood dripping down the giant flagpole
Run little children run, lest you be next
Good thing you could never understand something so complex

In the shadows refugees do cower
Leaving the soldiers to die one by one, each and every hour
Every man for himself when the beast of hate takes over
Quashing empathy and compassionate like a bulldozer

Gun held high
One push on that trigger and your best friend dies
Their gun at your level, ready to fire one last time
You fire your shot and it hits its target

Falling to the ground sobbing, this isn’t what you wanted
Survival snuffing out the soul, leaving you haunted
Grabbing the gun, you push the barrel against your head
Wish becomes reality, now you are dead