We can shout, “Selfish!”
At each other
Until we’re out of breath
“Heartless!”
At the ones
Who’ve left us here for dead.
Maybe truth consumes
The one whom cannot rest
The one who cannot face himself
Own up to his himself
Crippled on the side
And fighting this war alone
But how he held on to every word for you
Fought the entire world for you
Sunk his feet into the fields for you
To find you on opposite ends
He would take bullets for you
But he cannot take them from you
