Retaliation/Regret

Like undead soldiers, craving living flesh The small rebellion presses forward Towards the gleaming towers Dominating the bleak horizon Blinded by fury, vengeance their ammunition A strategy to inflict brutality On those they know To be the cause of their suffering Approaching demarcation Invisible, but still it’s seen as a reminder of their inferiority The symbolic-border crossing A violation that breaks down the trust established As pent-up rage grows stronger The old world crumbles into dust A field of descendants whom they hate Seen only as targets, planted as bait The slaughter is rapid, the terror unbound Light fades from their eyes as screams echo ‘round Consumed by their hatred, a wave of depravity Banished any sense or semblance of morality This is retaliation, the horror of scorn The blood beneath their fingernails will stain forevermore They gaze downward upon the corpses Seen forthwith as human A realization settles in; they flee for safety Their hands are stained Deeds they wish to be unspoken As regret slowly cripples, Their unity is torn away A new desire that this will remain unspoken Their blood has forever stained a blight upon my hands For this is the cycle of retaliation and regret