Prose - Life's Remand

When he died
Did he know
His fate
Was in another man’s hand?
The innocents
Care not
Of the justification
For the burning of their land
His death
Was necessary
He was expendable
God’s purpose was ordained by man
The reign of terror
The horror of the ego
Rights trampled by the law
In the distance as they stand
The tools of judgment
In the arms of those so trained
To not question their mission
Quietly they follow the command
Relieved of morals
But armed with ruthless love
For their place
In a strangers plan
The keepers of aggression
And self-defense
Scream in terror
In the only way they can
Tragedy
And fear
Eternal hell
The luckless remand
The decision
To kill
The depression begins
For the sacrificial lamb
Life repeals no sentence
Each generation dies as it lives
Our soldiers face the music
Played by a faceless band

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