After Their March
My brothers marched as one today
They never saw it coming
And I have never seen such pain
Or so many people running
With dead set eyes and shaking hands,
they took down what they could... but as my brothers
fell one by one
they were told 'for the greater good'
The lie rang loudly in their ears
as the world fell around them
As large pieces ripped from their souls
they became other people's problem...
Abandoned in their time of need
They lost all sense of hope
The hole was just too much to bear
so they found other ways to cope
Their legend tainted in the books
bravery soon a doubt
When everyone ignores the looks
from the lost, the broken, the forgotten about...
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