Release From Bondage

Looking back across the field of the past
seeing the damage of a war torn landscape
rubble and smoke and lifeless corpses
scattered about and staring accusingly
through sightless eyes, tortured souls
released from bondage, from toil
how lucky they are, really
to be freed from the endless meandering
through a cold and uncaring world
and passing on to something that,
at least in theory,
is a better place than this