Winters day as dusk paints the sky; Children chase the ball, eyes adjusting to the light
Shouts of friendship fill the air!
Down along the path to sadness, heartache and sorrow
Spread abreast across the field, senses heightened nerves wound taut.
Rush of air, lifted from the ground arching as I fall
Ears throbbing, tasting soil, nostrils full of acrid scent
Violent shaking deep inside, relief, reproach, remiss of thought
Pain extinguished put on hold, mental reflex kicking in
Through clouds of dust and spoil, a sight too much to bear
Body spread beyond my reach, gather and shape some kind of form
Suddenly aware watching every move, eyes locked together in knowing
Slowly glazing over in despair of my life preserving effort
Roar of rage suppressed inside; tear ducts dried hard with no release
Shouts from the right, brought back to focus
What now? Is living just too much!
Menace in the shouts of hate meant for us
Let me lay him to rest, say some words!
No time, lest we join him in repose
Pain returns to sear through thoughts of mind
Grouped together a race for life, do not look back for your future lies there!