What do you do when the hands of justice are unjust,
if not for your country,then who can you
trust?
An innocent young man answered the call
to war,
and the course of his life was changed
from before.
the soldier was grateful that he was alive,
unlike those poor boys that didn't survive.
But the agony of war soon turned to disgrace,
as he came home to protesters that spit
in his face.
His patriotism dashed,his new hope would
fall,
as "baby killer" he heard his country
men call.
He grew his hair long, wanting to blend
in and hide,
and spoke not a word as he kept the torment
inside.
searching for anything to help ease his
pain,
but found all his attempts wound up in
vein.
Then the injustice grew, that wasn't it,
he was imprisoned for a crime that he
didn't commit.
His weakened state weakened as he was given
the blame,
tired from fighting and forced to surrender
his name.
They all knew he was innocent but someone
must pay,
it didn't matter the wrong person would
be locked away.
but he was not even freed upon his release,
the war was not over, he had not found
peace.
Trying his hardest to forget what he can,
a prisoner of war, of conscience, of man,
unable to turn back the hands of injustice
or time,
as the country he loved had committed
the crime.
They'll never repay, the price freedom
cost,
or give this man back, the life that he
lost.
By: C.W.