Closed Room

My hallow skull,

the cemented walls,

and my treasured red.

My daughter,

a head of gold,

a dress in velvet,

and my eyes.

My mind speaks to me

the darkened truth,

the shallow myths,

and the salutes of camouflage.

Bomb my land,

bomb my grave,

bomb the ivory chains placed on me.

Give me the will to fight again

and a voice to re-control.

My mind speaks to me

a cold dark world,

the distant heaven,

and the homes of my beloved.

Hide the faces I yet to know

shelter the voices I yet to hear

and blacken the world I yet to see

as the owl "who"s

the calls of my nation.

My mind speaks to me,

it counts down

the infinite time

as the last breath was taken,

 not by me.

And the last soldier

laid before me.