Goodbye, friends

We sensed this end
even before it began.
When the men appeared,
vengeful and indebted.
They said,
“We’ve been waiting –
phantoms within this land,”
They said
“We’ve been waiting –
to use these hands.”

Goodbye, friends.
There’s no pretending
this resembles home.
Goodbye, friends.
The hour has passed,
we’re going on alone.

Words we’d spoken plainly
echoed alien
off a wall of lies
and rank manipulation.
Every inch it expanded
redefining Freedom’s edge.
For every soul they kept outside,
ten thousand held within.

Goodbye, friends.
There’s no pretending
this resembles home.
Goodbye, friends.
The hour has passed,
we’re going on alone.
Goodbye, friends.
The graves are claimed
prayers are said.
Goodbye, friends.
Goodbye, friends.

We’re going on alone.

Goodbye, friends.
There’s no pretending
this resembles home.
Goodbye, friends.
The hour has passed,
we’re going on alone.

Goodbye, friends.
The graves are claimed,
prayers are said.
Goodbye, friends.
Goodbye, friends.

We’re going on alone.

Going on alone.
Going on alone.
Going on alone.

We sensed this end
even before it began.

© 2017.