Hearts gone cold

Heart Burn

He stood there, fully armed and armor clad
Someone's brother, son and a little ones dad
He stood firm as all around him chaos churned
He watched his neighbors loot and burn

Through an opaque visor and beneath a mask
To not sew tears seems an impossible task
He stands and then slowly exhausted he kneels
Insults, rocks, and bombs forget that he feels

They attack and berate the face of an oppressor
As he stands an idle target is he the aggressor
Change will come of this he is sure
He will always stand ready, he will endure

Republic by sweat, blood and toil
Inhumanely we stole them to work our soil
He stood there aching, plowing and sad
Someone's brother, son and a little ones dad

Execution should not be a death sentence
If death comes more than one suffers penance
Righteously, ignorantly or simply wrong
We chip away from the inside it won't take long

We are more than directions left or right
It's lip service to exalt another mans plight
Yesterday the high water mark in our sanity
Nuanced and individual we are humanity

It's they, it's them and sometimes those
But he remembers they are not his foes
He did not sign, he did not argue or introduce
He did not interpret, amend or reduce

It is not their's nor is it his sins
To save lives take away their pens
Deep in their marble they rule with impunity
They seek division, as they can't control unity