Prisoner

Prisoner

In the quiet of night I was taken away
threatened to die if I did not obey
commanded to strike, ordered to kill
abused until I was left with no will
forced to fight, shoot and train
sleeping under thunderous skies and pouring rain
I have seen too much, my innocence was taken
each night I dread the horror to which I will waken
my brothers executed, my sisters sold as slaves
I try not to see death as I dig many graves
I am held in prison, though I hold the gun
the consequence of escaping is not worth the run
each day I wish to not be trapped in this place
I desire to see a smiling face
instead of eyes brimming with sadness and tears
and people totally overcome by their fears
all day long I hope for the violence to cease
my continuous prayer is for a life of peace



"I was fearful for my life"