And she cried,
and she wept.
She broke down
and she knelt

And ran forth
towards the door.
Towards the light
that led home.

Limber hands
put him down.
In endless sleep
to dream on.

No more food.
No more work.
The ones who eat
are the worms.

That digest,
and transform.
You and me,
into life.

Where we walked,
and we fought.
Sowed the land
with our strife.

Now we stare
into eyes
of allies
in disguise.

But we walked
side by side.
Pretended hate
for the right

of ones who didn t
want to scream;
complain life.
In a gleam

all is gone.
Up in air.
Young and old,
all are dead.