Sunset Dust - An Anthology of Poems

Induction

It is the saddest of realities that when I was a lost boy,
There were friends and brothers who treated me not like a toy.
When I came back into the embrace of Peace
My kin said that I was only a chess piece.

They said I did not understand the ways of the world
"Don't trust them you haven't seen their sails unfurled!
You must choose a side, Black or White.
Then we take up arms and fight the plight!"

"Protect your King he is yet unborn.
He will rise from ashes in a land forlorn.
Laid waste to by THEM, the lowest of the low
You, boy, must deal the killing blow."

So a sword I was handed,
My heart it had branded.
My name they would have slandered
Had I done not as commanded.

No choice I was given
My voice had to be woven
To sing songs of conformity,
Segregation and nationality.

Before even taking hold, their 'charms' had died.
As a slave ONLY to The Most High I decided I would reside
And that, is when they flung their blades at me
Decided that my life had no utility.