Cages

Knowing not if they are forsaken They wait in misery Victims culled for innocence But then a sound heard in the distance Silencing their cries Is this salvation a lie? Secured in a makeshift prison The victims on display In cages, crude and filthy A gruesome mockery Sentries fall into formation Like wolves guarding their feast Fuck the hopes of liberation They will tear apart the beasts If it is war that is desired Then all involved will acquiesce The prisoners will become fodder An example for those who aggress In silence, The factions, like statues, stand On the surface Salivating carnivores Both sides hunters, both sides prey But few truly desire This final descent into madness In exchange for those held captive A demand of sacrifice He who leads the invasion Will submit to their device With but a moments’ consideration A figure steps from the mass An oblation to the god of war With hopes that this hell will pass True to the promises made The captives are freed from their pens While a soon-to-be-dead martyr Enters the cage that will be his end