Silent Soldier
They tell us to grow up,
To be mature,
To be responsible, and active, and social, and
Everything else society desires us to become.
They tell us everything matters,
And that things will never be easy.
They tell us the importance of honesty,
Truth, legitimacy, trust, and a good work ethic.
They've planted these seeds,
And refused to give water.
They refused to give sunlight,
Nutrients, and soil. They left us alone.
And we withered.
We crippled and folded in on ourselves.
We decayed and we rotted,
And everyone around just watched us.
People trampled on us, and stomped us
Deep into the ground. Their long and
Fake heels pounded us down, taking us with them,
Leaving battle scars.
The path that they led us down was corroding
With weeds and moss that planted their
Parasitic selves in our way. The path failed us.
They failed us.
They let the animals eat us away,
The jackhammer dig us up.
The herbivores and humans alike
Attacked, gnawing away at our will.
They watched us,
Through thick and thin and all
That grey matter in among.
They poured the concrete, they built the mold.
Some of us were dragged through,
Others scampered on their own.
And a few were left behind.
Their fossil a reminder of what could be.
We reached the end, crying and whimpering.
Curses spat from our tongues,
They dribbled from our lips. We scratched
And fought and tried to tear Them apart, but They held their ground.
They all stepped aside, and we expected
The light to shine. Instead, dark despair swallowed us.
The road continued more cracked and
Damaged and beat up than before.
Some of us, we marched on. Others,
They stayed behind, not venturing into
The unknown. The unknown, an everlasting place,
A place that perhaps, would never be figured out.
Among whispers and shouts our thanks
Were lost, gone with the wind. Through sorrowful
Stares we raised our arms to pushed them aside,
And trudged along our new path.
And back down that wretched path
We traveled years later, to say thank you.
We thank Them, the silent soldiers of this world.
The words we never got out before
Lifted from ours hearts, and danced on theirs.
Smiles shined back to us, and we turned our backs
And traveled down that path, alone this time.
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