Cain
I was told those who care less suffer less
I believed
I was doing this for you
Pretending not to care
Not when we shot those arty rounds
Not when we threw chemicals at you
Not as I rejoiced at your death
Relieved when the angels of anarchy
Flew to save us from your armor
I pretended not to care
That you had mothers
Brothers, sisters, children
I had that choice watching
Tracers dash across towards you
All this time I pretended
It was ok
No longer containable
within it explodes
It was a lie
Knowing I lament
I am Cain
Copyright © Ernest Martinez | Year Posted 2016
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