From Whence One Comes
The sky is a bright red
a thousand miles from here
as the past comes knocking with metal teeth.
One can be manipulated
in a million trillion ways
to kill and kill and kill.
Aggressors fight, hoping to get back home,
wounded bears to cold caves.
Hope explodes like gunshots
and home will never seem the same.
You say to yourself while trudging
through pink snow,
“It’s too late for me,
committed and condemned…”
Oh, yes, atonement awaits.
Expect no mercy shown
trying to get where you don’t belong.
Did convictions arise
while staring into the face
of the ash-covered sun
or from the promise
of a rocket’s red glare?
Surely the reason cannot be
a breathless baby bound
by bleeding mother’s arms?
Can you help but wonder why
there are these senseless acts
in a place so far away?
You’re so far away from home;
so very far away from home.
Squeezing triggers.
Squeezing triggers.
Wondering how you got here
and if you’ll ever make it back.
No, you’ll never make it back.
You never, ever make it back.